*I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes

Wide on my plastic toys
And when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair

Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere



Have I found you?
Flightless bird
Jealous, weeping

Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming


Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue

Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks

Pissing on magazine photos

Those fishing lures
Thrown in the cold and clean

Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird
Grounded, bleeding

Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill, stuck going down*

** damn I like this song so much...
it's very touch me deeply..**