DA HEAD LIBRARIAN IS WUN POET
Da head librarian is wun poet.
in da suburban pastures
and da fenced in meadows of da city
I stay looking foa Bohemians
dat should be sprouting like mushrooms—
I tink I found one.
It’s not easy to do
cause in dis metropolis
all I see are institutional ivory towers
and other likewise establishments
catering to artistic big wigs.
I need some grunge
and bare knuckles
scraped raw wit experience.
Da head librarian
self published wun book
dat wuz on wun display table
by da back door at da library—
I wen read ‘um.
Den I wen find
his impromptu videos on Facebook.
Da buggah is animated
and he stay in wun way out orbit
so dere’s some kine of affinity dere.
I wrote him wun email
cause I got his address
from da information desk
wen I wen make wun phone call latah.
I wuz investigating
his existence on da local scene.
he wen do da same ting
and he did wun online check on me.
As foa now
dats as far as it goes
cause me and him
are like two independent mosquitoes
buzzing da same ears
of wun big Cleveland cash cow.
Metaphorically speaking again
I can see it standing
out dere in da fields
wun humungous golden calf
dat all da academics
are dancing circles around.
Beneath da wise sacred mountain
of muse and plenty
in northeast Ohio and beyond
got all kine different voices
doing various and interesting tings.
Still yet all da academics dance
wit dere shiny grants and credentials
as dey scratch dere own backs
and toss flowers at da hooves
of da big gleaming bovine.
It’s wun good ting
dat grass is free
cause anybody can munch on it
and nourish anyting dey like.
Keep looking up to da rafters
cause you going see
wun slam dunk extravaganza.
Somebody should have warned you
cause it’s no fun
being da tallest midget on da basketball court
wen da seven-footer walks in.
No certificate of participation.
Only wun idiot will stay and fight
wen warriors run foa da hills.
Bravado and self-confidence is admirable
but dere’s wun limitation scale
dat you got to pay attention to
adahwise you going get squashed
like wun bug.
No try be
wat you tink you see
while you take off
on dose flights of fancy.
Dere’s wun reason
dat reality is filled wit cuts and bruises
cause it’s hard and unforgiving
wen you end up falling on your face.
Before you sell da farm
to get in on da ground level
make sure you know wat you buying.
Wat you may tink is wun great bargain
offered in heartfelt sincerity
could actually be wun beautifully designed rug
placed ovah wen deep dark hole.
Watch your step
cause da shifty dealer certainly is.
All of da tricky methods
into wun greater shell game.
Some choice too—
It’s like picking between
flesh eating bacteria, Ebola,
or wun non-existent pea
dat will make your arms and legs disappear
along wit your purse or wallet.
always glitters like shiny gold
but dats wheah
you really have to pay attention
cause hard earned cash to most people
can be easy money to somebody else.
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
Heavy Feather Review, 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.