I

was

a

quick

wet

boy

Di-

ving

too

deep

for

coins

All

of

your

street

light

eyes

Wide

on

my

plas-

tic

toys

Then

when

the

cops

closed

the

fair

I

cut

my

long

ba-

by

hair

Stole

me

a

dog-

eared

map

And

called

for

you

e-

very-

where

Have

I

found

you?

Flight-

less

bird

Jeal-

ous,

weep-

ing

Or

lost

you?

A-

me-

ri-

can

mo-

uth

Big

pill

loo-

ming

Now

I'm

a

fat

house

cat

Nur-

sing

my

sore

blunt

tongue

Watch-

ing

the

warm

poi-

son

rats

Curl

through

the

wide

fence

cracks

Pis-

sing

on

ma-

ga-

zine

pho-

tos

Those

fi-

shing

lures

Thrown

in

the

cold

and

clean

Blood

of

Christ

moun-

tain

stream

Have

I

found

you?

Flight-

less

bird

Groun-

ded,

bleed-

ing

Or

lost

you?

A-

me-

ri-

can

mo-

uth

Big

pill,

stuck

go-

ing

down

Oo..