Thursday, August 27, 2009


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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