Flightless bird , American Mouth

I was a quick wet boy 
Diving too deep for coins 
All of your street light eyes 
Wide on my plastic toys 
Then 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 
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 pill stuck going down