C´est la vie!
Saturday, January 17, 2009 10:20:30 PM
It never seize to amaze me.
Full stop.
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
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
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 stream
Have I found you Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you,
American mouth Big pill stuck going down
-Flightless Bird, by American Mouth














Queen Messyennahoja # Tuesday, January 20, 2009 11:06:08 AM
Sometimes half bad, sure, but getting better day by day, one step at a time.
So now, it's really mostly all good, right?