Humm hmmmmm.
Hmm hmm de hmmmmm
Hmm hmm ...My prayer
is to linger with you
at the end of the day
in a dream that's divine.

Hummm. My-y-y... All right, buddy,
just looking. (Nervous type.) Can't blame
nobody just for looking. To look is to pray,
sometimes. To see is to say. A very
very buzzard way. Just circumplanigate
all day. Humm...in a dream that's... But what's
that?! Thought I saw something stop! What did
that poet call it? Absinthe in the afternoon.
Sigh. Sure is high up here. Nice.

Some birds say that I can't fly.
How they think I get so high?

Turkeys! Huck said it. Ain't no place
like a raft after all. Lest it's a blue sky. Simple
and irrepressible gratisfaction, guaranteed.
Hummmm.

My old lady's got a three-foot wing.
Way she flap sure make me sing.

That's one buzzard of a woman!

My old lady's got a three-inch beak.
Way she peck sure make me weak.

My...oh my. But what's that? Patience, Methusela.

Patience pays of, tell you why--
Wait a little bit,..something sure to die.

Part and parcel of a buzzard eye

Looking good, carcase. Looking good,
worms. Let's give it awhile. See how it
smell. To err is human; but to smell,
now that's divine. Hmm Ummm.

Take a whiff, take a whiff, take a whiff
on me. Everybody take a whiff on me.
Hey, hey, buddy take a whiff on me-ee.

Hummmmm hmm My-y-y prayer, and the answer
you give, may they... Uh huh. Nothing moving,
all is change. O let's go round and round.
Go down and down.

Easy rider, see what you done done.
Easy rider.... But my dear, he simply.

is not done. O yea. I'll say he's done all right.
Ol' Chef Sun done done good work. Done
for, done in, done up, done done, and done
gone. His core done blew. Whew! Pepper
juice! He's in Schenectady now! Heaven,
I'm in heaven... But first we must punctuate
his testament. In this thy last supper, Christ
be thy carver. Belly up! And now the Prez
of these United States will throw out his first
ball. Doctor, what was the cause of his death?
Nurse, this man died of lack of life. His time
was out of joint and his joint was out of jazz.
He succumbed to mal-exposure. When his witness
took the stand lying down, he didn't have a leg
to stand on. His life was but a little pun, a
comma lost in the anals of eternity. In short,
he was embarrassed to death. We must
extrapple Adam's apple, that he may testify
with everlasting tongue. Now in spontaneous
regurgitation, repeat after me:

Eyes, nose, cheeks, lips.
Digits, nipples, knee-caps, hips.

A lass! Poor Yoricka. I knew her,
Horatio. All pluck. There is more
entrailed of heaven at birth than
schemed of in your philosophy. Nymph,
in thy orifices, be all my sins dismembered.

Uh Oh. Beware the dog! Can you dig?

Ohhhh, say, can you read,
by the dawn's running light?

Contact! Cleared for take-off.

Flap Flap Flop Flop
We heard Betty rebop de mop

Off we go, into the wild,
beyond her. Flying home!

Oh how proudly we sailed
in the twilight's vast dream-ing.
And the socket's red glare...

Wing and a prayer.

Hummm. My-y-y prayer, and
the answer you give, may they still be
the same, just as long as we live...

Tom Koontz
The Flying Island 1998