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 bill looming Now I’m a fat house cat Cursing my sore blunt tongue Watching the warm poison rats curl through the white fence cracks Kissing 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 mout编辑于2009/04/01更新