Relief from the frying-pan beach.
The waves turn my clothes dark.
I Beckon you to join my promenade;
But, instead, sinking to my eyes like
Crocodile, I approach and grab your
Ankles to bring you in with me to swim.
We remove our clothes and they float like jellyfish:
Fabric bodies on the surface full with air,
Legs and sleeves swirl below like hair.
The water is always opaque when
Seen from shore. Only our heads
Bob like channel markers.
Relief from the frying-pan beach.
The waves turn my clothes dark.
I Beckon you to join my promenade;
But, instead, sinking to my eyes like
Crocodile, I approach and grab your
Ankles to bring you in with me to swim.
We remove our clothes and they float like jellyfish:
Fabric bodies on the surface full with air,
Legs and sleeves swirl below like hair.
The water is always opaque when
Seen from shore. Only our heads
Bob like channel markers.
the sun was late
we held bags of cameras
and flashlights
sulphur and steam
scratched the vog hazy
sky like signals
ropes and cones
directed us to the
molten pourings
Mauna Loa, Kilauea,
vents, to the sea, more
mileage for the Island
we couldn't see the
soft stone from deep
below once magma
for the sea was far
and the foot holds were
perilous, the air cold
we wore hiking boots
we wore short pants
we wore t-shirts
we wore windbreakers
around out middles but
the head from the nearing
lava was like the sun mid
day on a windless deck
on a windless summer day
covered in asphalt
covered in asphalt
covered in asphalt
a mid summer say
windless and sunny
covered in asphalt
we had seen petroglyph
we had seen where women
offered umbilical cords
this place has mana from
pele, the goddess of fire,
of this cauldron
I hid my face behind
the viewfinder of a nikon
people warned of splattering
i inched in backwards
i felt fingers on the backs:
my thighs, small of back
whirled around for the shot
a single shutter release
and then back
two pretty girls from the UK
stood a few feet away and I
became more daring for them
i was with my lover but two girls
from the UK -- i had to do it
to slip up the older man with them
the sun wavered then set
the red lava broke free
repeatedly and each time
elated gasp and then children
took rocks and stones and hurled
them into the fissures.
thunk and then nothing the
lava was not even close to
liquidity. Viscous Viscous Viscous
and then the fissure broke and fingers
flitters through bright neon red like
the sign for live nudes on bourbon
a little honey all that black
velvet and red neon, but
of itself: flamboyant extreme.
the hard crusty french bread
pahoe'hoe lava beneath our
feet hot like from an oven
a warning sign: the dangers of
sulphur -- the dangers of sudden
fissure, of death of maiming --
warnings to pregnant mothers
two british nannies i showed
off for and my girl and hot lava.
lava surfing consists of parking a car
walking 200 meters with a flashlight,
looking for a while as sluggish
viscous
viscous
viscous
hot hot hot hot lava lava lava
pahoe'hoe, a'a, pahoe'hoe, a'a
crunch brittle shell
and then its over and you can't find the
British nannies but you have your lover and
you share a torch (for each other)
get into the car and
drive off and then lie
as to how difficult it has been.
the sun was late
we held bags of cameras
and flashlights
sulphur and steam
scratched the vog hazy
sky like signals
ropes and cones
directed us to the
molten pourings
Mauna Loa, Kilauea,
vents, to the sea, more
mileage for the Island
we couldn't see the
soft stone from deep
below once magma
for the sea was far
and the foot holds were
perilous, the air cold
we wore hiking boots
we wore short pants
we wore t-shirts
we wore windbreakers
around out middles but
the head from the nearing
lava was like the sun mid
day on a windless deck
on a windless summer day
covered in asphalt
covered in asphalt
covered in asphalt
a mid summer say
windless and sunny
covered in asphalt
we had seen petroglyph
we had seen where women
offered umbilical cords
this place has mana from
pele, the goddess of fire,
of this cauldron
I hid my face behind
the viewfinder of a nikon
people warned of splattering
i inched in backwards
i felt fingers on the backs:
my thighs, small of back
whirled around for the shot
a single shutter release
and then back
two pretty girls from the UK
stood a few feet away and I
became more daring for them
i was with my lover but two girls
from the UK -- i had to do it
to slip up the older man with them
the sun wavered then set
the red lava broke free
repeatedly and each time
elated gasp and then children
took rocks and stones and hurled
them into the fissures.
thunk and then nothing the
lava was not even close to
liquidity. Viscous Viscous Viscous
and then the fissure broke and fingers
flitters through bright neon red like
the sign for live nudes on bourbon
a little honey all that black
velvet and red neon, but
of itself: flamboyant extreme.
the hard crusty french bread
pahoe'hoe lava beneath our
feet hot like from an oven
a warning sign: the dangers of
sulphur -- the dangers of sudden
fissure, of death of maiming --
warnings to pregnant mothers
two british nannies i showed
off for and my girl and hot lava.
lava surfing consists of parking a car
walking 200 meters with a flashlight,
looking for a while as sluggish
viscous
viscous
viscous
hot hot hot hot lava lava lava
pahoe'hoe, a'a, pahoe'hoe, a'a
crunch brittle shell
and then its over and you can't find the
British nannies but you have your lover and
you share a torch (for each other)
get into the car and
drive off and then lie
as to how difficult it has been.
I swam in the soothing salt
water and watched the dim gray
fish as they scurried
I walked back along the
beach.
I actually wasn't self-
conscious of my paunch
I guess 3 miles of free-
style make me feel a little
pumped.
I arrived and my father
stood where I had left my
slippers, my t-shirt, my fob,
and my keys
95 sailors
he was smoking what looked
to be a joint
two men stood to either side
"they're Russian, this
is a Russian cigarette."
they were wearing
ball huggers (we
called them that
in high school)
they had a bottle of vodka in
their duffle
they had a hi-8 in their
duffle
they offered us cigarettes,
sweet tasting strong filterless
cigarettes.
They offered us shots of
cheap Russian vodka
in little Hawaiian shot
glasses which read:
full=stud
half=man
almost empty=girl
they where both
engineers in the
engine compartment
of a tuna boat out of
vladivostok (sp)
they made $200/$150
per month
they spoke no English save
5-6 words
I new nastrovia
I knew da
I knew nyet
c'est tout
they knew German,
I knew french
I didn't get us any closer
danke bitter
ya da nyet 9
anyway...
Strong men
and they were bearish
although they weren't
tall,
but I have never considered
a bear tall, just big and strong.
Robert had a mouth full of gold
the other man had a name
a could not pronounce
they told us the word
for merci/danke
and de rien/bitter
but I forgot.
We had to leave-- bob to meat a lover
and me to call my gal who spent
merry merry merry merry
with her familial clique
in Connecticut (they love
to sail there-- I hated it)
sizzle sizzle
is that pork on the pan?
I swam in the soothing salt
water and watched the dim gray
fish as they scurried
I walked back along the
beach.
I actually wasn't self-
conscious of my paunch
I guess 3 miles of free-
style make me feel a little
pumped.
I arrived and my father
stood where I had left my
slippers, my t-shirt, my fob,
and my keys
95 sailors
he was smoking what looked
to be a joint
two men stood to either side
"they're Russian, this
is a Russian cigarette."
they were wearing
ball huggers (we
called them that
in high school)
they had a bottle of vodka in
their duffle
they had a hi-8 in their
duffle
they offered us cigarettes,
sweet tasting strong filterless
cigarettes.
They offered us shots of
cheap Russian vodka
in little Hawaiian shot
glasses which read:
full=stud
half=man
almost empty=girl
they where both
engineers in the
engine compartment
of a tuna boat out of
vladivostok (sp)
they made $200/$150
per month
they spoke no English save
5-6 words
I new nastrovia
I knew da
I knew nyet
c'est tout
they knew German,
I knew french
I didn't get us any closer
danke bitter
ya da nyet 9
anyway...
Strong men
and they were bearish
although they weren't
tall,
but I have never considered
a bear tall, just big and strong.
Robert had a mouth full of gold
the other man had a name
a could not pronounce
they told us the word
for merci/danke
and de rien/bitter
but I forgot.
We had to leave-- bob to meat a lover
and me to call my gal who spent
merry merry merry merry
with her familial clique
in Connecticut (they love
to sail there-- I hated it)
sizzle sizzle
is that pork on the pan?