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I was a quick, wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your streetlight 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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