jueves, diciembre 27, 2012

Flightless Bird, American Mouth (Wedding Version)


I was a quick, wet boy Diving
 too deep for coins 
All of your street light eyes 
Wide on my plastic toys 
Then when the cops closed the fair
 I cut my long, baby hair 
And 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, poisoned rats 
Curl through the 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 still going down

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