Fly Me to the Islands
© 2008 Jayme Kelly Curtis

Fly me to the islands
On a cheap Internet fare
Out of reach
Of all these paycheck cares

All I'll take is my good guitar
And one cute outfit to wear
I'll sleep on the beach
I'll rise to the dare

They're playing my favorite song
And I know all the chords

I will wash the dishes
In a cloud-kissed hotel
I’ll sing to the fishes
On a midnight coffee break

Under a giant leaf I will sleep
Like tiny Thumbellina
Never to awake
Soothe this bellyache

They're playing my favorite song
And I know all the chords

When I am old and wracked with pain
I will climb to Pele
And throw myself on her mercy
She will hurl me into the surf
For all that I am worth
Is tiny pebbles and grains of sand
She will smith my body
Into smooth white beaches
Far away from the tempest tossed

No overdrafts, no I.R.A.s
No sentences that start with
"Can't you just …"
And "now you must …"

Only ginger leis and sunny days
And scraps of poi
Will be enough
More than enough

They're playing my favorite song
And I know all the chords

I'll learn to play the ukulele
And sing just like Don Ho
Tiny bubbles …
In the wine …

My heart will be found still beating
Among the jungle flowers
Many years
After I am dead and gone

They're playing my favorite song
And I know all the chords

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