I was a quick, wet boy, diving too deep for coins

All of your streetlight eyes wide on my plastic toys

Then when the cops closed the fairI 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