illo from Le vieil homme et la fée********
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
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
cursing my sore blunt tongue
watching the warm poison rats
curl through the wide/white fence cracks
IRON & WINE, Flightless bird, American Mouth
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