I was a quick wit boy nDiving too deep for coins nAll of your street light eyes nWide on my plastic toys nAnd when the cops closed the fair nI cut my long baby hair nStole me a dog-eared map nAnd called for you everywhere nnHave I found you? nFlightless bird, jealous, weeping nOr lost you? nAmerican mouth nBig pill looming nnNow I'm a fat house cat nNursing my sore blunt tongue nWatching the warm poison rats nCurl through the wide fence cracks nPissing on magazine photos nThose fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean nBlood of Christ mountain stream nnHave I found you? nFlightless bird, grounded, bleeding nOr lost you? nAmerican mouth nBig pill stuck going down