WHEAH YOU NEED TO BE

 

Sometimes truth

is wun involuntary recognition

 

and you going have to retaliate

wit da necessary reaction

 

while all da conflicting echoes

bounce around internally.

 

 

If you stay looking foa curation

 

den just make sure

you apply it to da appropriate problem.

 

 

DereÕs no shame

in da rally or da rebound.

 

 

It would be moa alarming

if you allowed yourself

 

to remain stomped on

and flattened in da street.

 

 

Every once in awhile

 

we are all faced wit wun reckoning

from da school of hard knocks

 

dat going change da destination

of da road.

 

 

If phantoms and ghosts

rise from da asphalt

 

den just confront dem

 

and watch while dey disappear

into harmless whispers of smoke.

 

 

Da eventual remedy

is always in da learning.

 

 

One can only buckle up

and den buckle down

 

wit your grip on da wheel

and your foot on da pedal

 

as you accelerate forward

to wheah you need to be.

 

 

 

 

ALMOST PAU CRUISING

 

Da buggah is all frantic

 

cause his unemployment insurance

is about to run out

 

and he stay wondering

wat he going do now.

 

 

His weekly routine

of scamming da system

 

by mailing in names of businesses

                       

dat he wuz supposed to be

applying foa work to

 

is almost ovah.

 

 

It wuz so much easier to send in

 

wun small list of random companies

from da yellow pages

 

and den spend

da rest of da week at da beach.

 

ItÕs moa relaxing too

den doing wun intensive job search.

 

 

Now he stay feeling da squeeze

cause his free money going disappear.

 

 

Wun mini vacation

on someone elseÕs dime

 

is absolutely wonderful

 

but pretty soon

he going have to get cracking

 

and find wun place

wheah he can earn da legal tender.

 

 

Da buggah is all stressed out

wit no one to blame except himself

 

but dats da price of being lazy

and kicking back

 

instead of doing

wat he wuz supposed to do.

 

* pau           Finished; done.

 

 

 

 

ICHI-MON-FY-SUN-SUE

 

Ichi-mon-fy-sun-sue

da buggah stay looking at you

 

no can see wat da ting going be

ichi-mon-fy-sun-sue.

 

 

Coming through da smoke and da haze

running like wun mouse in wun maze

 

bouncing off da walls

and screaming in da halls

 

ichi-mon-fy-sun-sue!

 

 

Da future get big kine eyes

wit all kine truth and lies

 

nutting going be

da way you tink it should be

 

ichi-mon-fy-sun-sue.

 

 

Everybody like good stuff

but dey nevah going get enough

 

cause ichi-mon-fy-sun-sue

going put da brakes on you.

 

 

No can win all da time

like wun happy nursery rhyme

 

wen ichi-mon-fy-sun-sue

do wat da buggah going do.

 

 

Everyting even out

wen you learn wat you all about

 

cause life going be gold and blue

wit ichi-mon-fy-sun-sue.

 

 

So enjoy da great adventure

from baby teeth to da denture

 

karma, fate, and you

ichi-mon-fy-sun-sue.

 

© Joe Balaz

 

Bio:  Joe Balaz writes in Hawaiian Islands Pidgin (Hawai'i Creole English) and in American English.  He edited  Ho'omanoa: An Anthology of Contemporary Hawaiian Literature.   Some of his recent Pidgin writing has appeared in Unlikely Stories Mark V, Otoliths, Tuck Magazine, and  The Lake, among others.  Balaz is an avid supporter of Hawaiian Islands Pidgin writing in the expanding context of World Literature.  He presently lives in Cleveland, Ohio.