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 bill looming


Now I´m a fat house cat
Cursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats

Curl through the wide 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, grounded, bleeding
Or lost you?

American mouth
Big bill, stuck going down