everyday

nothing like wandering along highways carving their way through mountains and mist, the symbols of suburbia flanking them in obscene contrast. a usps mailbox, a regulation trashcan, the suv and the soccer mom ride. automatic sliding doors. dvd players in headrests so you don't have to think for a second. not even. laugh track. and then it's a slow ride back to the leeward side, mountains stripped of their former foliage, the air drying out, the sun becoming brighter, people becoming darker, and chronics more apparent, strolling the street with a compass confused or standing feverishly. though its hot out. same as everyday. contrast. mango trees with their fruit spilling rotten onto the shoulders of roads with sidewalks. hawaiian music filtering out of the lanai of a nearby apartment, the constant rumble of dryers and according chatter of boredom and chores. waking up before 7, rolling down the hill towards the ocean and realize you're looking at japan. or you think you are. pau.

racism, bigotry, ignorance, poverty (generational, cultural, educational). not just here. everywhere. the postmodern demise of thought and re-thought. rap music. bang bang bang. but the air is salty and the grocery store has a sale on pears and tamarind candy wrapped in a ocher cellophane. find me tires. kike. haole. faggot. mysterious horned creature. wait, you don't know about the horns? they come after adolescence, puberty, losing your teeth. once, then twice, then three times. like a shark. no warnings lately. not even jellyfish. sucking gums even if you still have teeth in the way. pretend they're not there. pau.

the most bizarre relationships strung across plains and oceans, teachers imported by the houseful from middle amerika, thrown into a state of confusion when they know least of who they are, what they want, who you are, what you want, what we i she he it are want. late night trade winds, a sound not clearly raindrops or wind through palm fronds. pidgin. pigeons. peacock as varmint. pau.