music for the night

Flightless bird american mouth

I was a quick-wed boy,

diving too deep for coins

All of your straight light 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 white 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