Thursday, September 22, 2011

this night - bring me there eggleston


from the folder next to the folder: hawaii dysfunction

enter through the door
a mere 15 years senior
pondered presence
compelled to know
tentative intrigue
a spider if not cautioned
a toy to bat
could swim while playing guitar
fast cars or drives car fast
new element - of serene safety mind
about driving sideways
pause
through the old-growth bamboo jungle
look for rabbits to appear on mission
focus key in unknown times
the palm level lookout
above that
urgency to go
pulsating pressure
relationships choose
belly dance hummus dinner
is it, it
right now present
quiet creeping holme reflection
out-looking long past war pool memorial
tides reclaim concrete chlorine barricade
lives of wives
moons rise and set beneath the heart
itinerant strumming zappa to the beat of the street light
tidalmen come, go, let go, welcome in, caution away, puzzle forward
wading waves tidalmen
wading waves

goodnight: to the sound of cats fucking or sneezing with sore abdomen

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Friday, September 16, 2011

insurance agent. mechanic. surf instructor.

My Allstate agent just called from Maple Valley, Washington.
He periodically checks in concerning my policy needs.
I never recall his name or even recognized that it was the same guy each time.
In this conversation I relay that I have since moved to Hawaii.
He relates that he visits Honolulu each year.
He stays blocks away from my apartment.
He recommends a good Mexican restaurant.
I ponder the dynamics of anonymity and friendship.
Would I for instance have a margarita with my renters insurance agent?
Would I be more likely if he also had my car policy?
What if I met him on the beach, would we be friends?

I took my car to my mechanic.
It has a transmission leak.
I know this because I took the mechanic with me to buy the car.
The mechanic specializes in this type of car.
I know this because I bought a similar car before this one.
The mechanic's shop was listed in the car's service records.
I took the first car to said mechanic.
Mechanic had never serviced this car.
The book did not belong to the wheels.
He suggested I sell it immediately.
We exchanged energetic pathways.
My birthday is two days before his.
We share a birthday equinox.
We celebrate this day with a meal.
Lines of business and pleasure quiver.
Mechanic calls.
He reports the transmission does not leak.

I google surf lessons.
I find many schools.
I look at each website.
I consider the cost.
I select the top 3 with the best reviews.
I don't know why because I don't trust the taste of yelpers.
For whatever reason their opinions set my parameters for the initial narrowing.
This irritates me, so I don't focus on it long.
I don't like this unit of measure, but I reason it is easy and accessible.
Next, I size up the instructors from the yelp-narrowed grouping.
What is my criteria I ask myself.
A man.
Is this because I think women are weak surfers or that they might be catty or because I want some cross gender interaction?
A man, but not a datable man or at least not outright.
Someone who is not too attractive for that would intimidate and become a hindrance in my process. I would become too nervous to focus on surfing and therefore not be successful and also then embarrass myself in front of this potential man I want to date and therefore never date him or learn to surf and retreat with a sourgrapes self-deprecating attitude berating myself for not being more confident and therefore learning to surf and fuck the instructor. I would be coming home to consider self-affirmations in the mirror with the idea of improving thyself in preparation for the next instance that this might happen but determine self-affirmations will take away from the goal at hand - learn to surf - and once adept become more self-confident and then surf with the man that I was too intimidated to learn from and later fuck with confidence
So what is my criteria?
I want someone who is calm but has personality.
But not someone who talks too much to a point of annoyance.
But not someone who is burnt out and zones with the tides.
A character but not over the top.
Someone I might want to incorporate in one of my projects.
Confident and enough creature to not give a damn.
Older but not fatherly old.
Not too young, as I would then become self-conscious of my since puberty-cultivated love-handles.
Hands-on but not pervish as I would then become distracted with the desire to run my surfboard over his face.
I settle on Al.
Older, experienced, calm, professional, potentially boring, but I reason a good introduction and he's cheap (cost quietly factors)
Erik is backup.
Runner-up because he purportedly talks a lot and seems younger than First Choice Al. His name with the "K" spelling indicates Scandinavian heritage and the potential to be too attractive. I assume the yelpers would have brought this up, as nothing is off limits, yet again I don't align my tastes with yelpers. What if I met Erik and fell over in his quirky charm? I don't have to worry with Al. He is no threat. Not too much, not too little - wild card he is not. Erik taught his dog to surf, which indicates he could teach anyone, for that I ponder lesson II with Erik.

--choices, lines, sand--

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

the stage



enter: honolulu

time: thirty wonderful

mood: solitary but social [thank you wikipedia]

scene: bizarre or dreamlike

daily - she dropped a broom pole off her 5th floor lanai. It hit a range rover denting the hood. She hoped the owner imagined a small sphere falling from the sky and selecting his hood from which to discover earth. [next day] range rover owner buffing his car. She watched from her lanai as he examined the new marking. He wiped with vigor. She smiled to herself as she recognized their mysterious connection.

lesson in vertical living # 3133 - use a butterfly net as support - for windscreens, plants and general well being