there's meat in the air

3/28/10-
I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind.

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 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 bhrist mountain stream. have I found you flightless bird?- grounded, bleeding, or lost you? american mouth, big pill stuck going down.

I've been by myself all day, thinking, feeling. I think I've spoken but two sentences.