I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins .All of your steet light eyes.wide on my plased the fair, I cut my long baby hair stoie 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 fongue 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 strean.