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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
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
*** 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