I was a quick wet boy Diving too deep for coins All of your straight blind 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 bill looming Now I'm a fat house cat Cursing my sore blunt tongue Watching the warm poison rats Curl through the wide white 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, brown hair bleeding Or lost you? American mouth Big bill, stuck going down