Testo Flightless Bird, American Mouth

I was a quick wet boy

Diving too deep for coins

All of your straight blind 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

Cursing 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, brown hair bleeding

Or lost you?

American mouth

Big pill, stuck going down