I was a quick wet boy 
Diving too deep for coins 
All of your straight blind 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 bill looming 

Now I’m a fat house cat 
Cursing my sore blunt tongue 
Watching the warm poison rats 
Curl through the wide/white fence cracks 
Kissing on magazine photos 
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean 
Blood of Christ mountain stream 

Have I found you? 
Flightless bird, brown hair bleeding 
Or lost you? 
American mouth 
Big bill, stuck going down