I was a quick wit boy. Diving too deep for coins. All of your straight 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. Pissing 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