Flightless Bird, American Mouth
Iron & Wine I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your straight blind eyes Wide on my plastic toys
And 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
Cursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the white fence cracks
Kissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean Blood of Christ mountain stream Have I found you? Flightless bird, brown hair bleeding
Or lost you?
American mout