"Josh with Presumptuous Insight" and "Taking Shape in Times New Roman"

Josh with Presumptuous Insight

Disembodied spirits
are da strangest tings

and you nevah know
wen dey going pull dere tricks on you.

George, Kurt, and Frank
wen verbalize nutting

but dey still had lots to say.

 

Josh wuz mind wandering
and waiting foa da bus

wen some ghostly figures
came walking around da corner

to stand behind him
as he sat on wun bench.

 

Dey wuz looking ovah his shoulder

to see wat he wuz scribbling down
on wun note pad.

 

He kinnah turned his head slightly
and peripherally saw

dat even dough dey wuz faceless

dey seemed to be nodding together
in approval.

 

Right den da bus wen pull up

and Josh wen get on
to take his seat.

He den looked out da window
and watched da neighborhood pass by.

 

Turning his head

to gaze down da aisle
to da front of da bus

he surprisingly noticed

dat da curious nebulous beings
had also boarded

and dey now had facial features
and wuz looking back at him

wit eyes dat belonged
to Carlin, Vonnegut, and Zappa.

 

He saw dat dey wuz smiling                                  

as dey floated to da ceiling
and disappeared from view.

 

Josh looked down at his note pad
to read his random observations

laced wit irreverence
humor and hard-edged truths

and realized
dat he wuz actually on to someting.

 


 

Taking Shape in Times New Roman

I got wun front row seat
to da golden shrine

and I stay looking at it
while I relate to da gleam.

 

No can describe it
cause it’s just wun natural flow.

 

Da only ting I can tell you
is to try to remembah wun apex

of wheahevah you wen go to
to finally get dere.

It’s da equivalent of dat.

 

Everyting in wun row
wit all da loose ends tied up.

It’s like biting wun magic apple
from wun sacred tree.

 

Whoa!  Imagine dat!

Formless celestial entities
taking shape in Times New Roman.

 

I can go wheahevah I like go
to da edge of da universe and back

while I stand wit wun group
of devils and saints

on the tip of wun ballpoint pen.

 

Two sides to every story
wit wun special emphasis on da gray

so wit every line dat follows

dere’s no limitations
to wat I like say.

 

I got wun front row seat
to da golden shrine

and I stay sending out messages
while radiating in da glow.

 

 

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 Heavy Feather Review, Public Pool, The Rising Phoenix Review, and Yellow Mama, 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.

 

Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Thursday, February 22, 2018 - 00:08