last rites

"oh laffing man

what have you won?

don't tell me what cannot be done-

my little mouth,

my winter lungs-

don't tell me what cannot be done..."

innmiss.

away away away

yool' hawk

eyes big round POPS from the feather

whatter you lookin four?

it's not my money you wantin

nothin more than some change i got

rumblin' round in an ol' tin can

big bird

g'awn now, getonyer way

and go'on flappin

away

away

away

looking for lonely

....guess i found it