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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
*** 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