Hanafuda  Moon you gaze down at me Orion  hovers above sitting on Tutu’s front porch,  bathing in silver moon and starlight waiting patiently  for hanami,  when the cherry blossoms in Waimea town  turn the trees mochi pink and bubble gum red a pueo,  the hunter of the night, screeches past  laughing at the Hanafuda Moon.

Pink Mochi Girl, looking out of her bedroom window. Down towards Moody,rainy Hilo Bay. Always raining, nevah see sunshine fo’ days…. Just broke up with her boyfriend, Da one dey call Big Green Eye, Motorcycle Kid. Two years dey went steady. Walking past  Robert’s Bakery, After school, every day, holding hands. Admiring da wedding cakes. Looking…

You know, it seems whenever we take the cab home from our usual Saturday night jaunt into Waikiki, first to drop off Kaipo, then myself, something really weird happens. I mean really weird. And I swear, I never touch cheap, maple-syrup Mai Tais when we go drinking in Waikiki.  The weirdness begins like this. We…

 I tink I saw him one night after Mokie wen beat up his wife, kids were screaming, dogs were barking and da whole neighborhood woke up, even Sissie Girl, Tutu's favorite cat. I dunno how anyone can forget dat nite! Was unreal, I mean fo real, was unreal

You can have aaaall da pineapples you like …

A poem inspired by the news Lanai has a new landlord

245 words – My trigger is: they were the wrong size