American Mouth ☆ Flightless Bird

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
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 pill, stuck going down.

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