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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
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 bill, stuck going down

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