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Jaime Fradera
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0 posted 2005-04-04 05:28 PM



They Don't Have Doors in Hawaii


I have just moved in
to my new house in Hawaii.
It is Night,
and I decide to go for a walk.
Because I don't know my way around Hawaii,
I leave the door to my house open
so that I can find it later.
But when I try to find my house again,
the house with the open door, I find
that all the houses on my block are open.
I am confused.
Let's see, was it the third one
or the fourth one? ... or ... ...
It seems they don't have doors in Hawaii.
That's because it is paradise there,
and also because the weather is so nice.
More on this later.  But back to the story ...
I wander up and down the street,
to and frow before the open houses.
I run my fingers and my hands
and feel around over Hawaii
but can not find my way.
Then I hear Dave Logins singing:
Please come to Boston in the spring time ...
Please come to Denver when the snow falls ...
Please come to L.A. and live forever ...
I live in a house that looks out over the ocean ...
I come to a sudden drop-off in the sidewalk,
and know that down, straight down, there is the ocean.
I pause before a door ... no,
where a door would normally be in California.
it exudes warmth, the smell of sulfur,
and something sweet cooking or baking.
I fall down a polished lava slide
down, down, down into a crater.
Maybe someone down here can tell me
how to get around Hawaii.
A girl says can she help me.
I start to ask her is she a good Leigh,
when suddenly her boyfriend comes out.
He's a tough, two-fisted Scotsman.
Actually he use to have three fists
but lost one of them in a fist fight.
He INFORMS me that his name is
Big Mean Mike Minced Meat Mg-gorrican.
He says I don't want to mess
with Big Mean Mike Minced Meat Mg-gorrican.
He says he can make minced meat out of me.
He says he can make poi out of me.
Mike and his hot lips sassy-mouthed girlfriend
live here inside the crater.
And sometimes Mike takes her for a spin
on his big, lava-proof surfboard.
They cook their food
over hot gas fissures in the floor.
Nice geo-thermal stove you got there ...
I wonder where Mike gets the minced meat
for his volcanic minced meat pies.
Midnitesun does have a theory,
and I do think she is correct.
So I don't ask.
Then Big Mean Mike Minced Meat Mg-gorrican
tells me he better not see me
slinking around his door again.
I think ... door? ... ... what door? ... ...
He chases me up the side of the crater.
He says he's going to follow me into waking life,
that he's going to follow me around and "get me."
Then I awake and,
as Midnitesun has seem me do
in the middle of the night,
I pad over to the 'puter to look for e-mail.
Big mike whatchacall isn't here,
couldn't make it through the barrier.
I utter a prayer
to the mountain deiety, pele,
that he will fry both Mike and his girlfriend
in the next eruption.
And if the lava doesn't get em,
the molten magma will.

SC


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Sunshine
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1 posted 2005-04-04 06:47 PM


I wander up and down the street,
to and frow before the open houses.
I run my fingers and my hands
and feel around over Hawaii
but can not find my way.
Then I hear Dave Logins singing:
Please come to Boston in the spring time ...
Please come to Denver when the snow falls ...
Please come to L.A. and live forever ...

...

and if the lava doesn't get them,
your storytelling will...

~*~

Smiling with you...oh, the dreams you enjoy.
I thought I had wonderful and strange dreams,
but you put mine to shame.

Do you sell visitor's brochures?

Thank you for this, Jaime!

Martie
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2 posted 2005-04-04 08:39 PM


I got to thinking about this, Jaime, after I read it.  I've only been to Maui...and I think they do have doors...but they leave them open alot of the time.  I enjoyed your Hawaii very much!  
Midnitesun
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Gaia
3 posted 2005-04-04 10:41 PM


Laughing here, amigo.
So, you bravely posted the story of Mean Mike (lava man) and his sassy-mouthed friend. LOL, the name you chose for her is hilarious! I am waiting to see how James replies to this one. By the way, I like what you did with my input to this one. GRINNING here, and know you must have 'barefoot padded' your way to that PC after midnight to get this one input. BRAVO! More, please, as this could really be a funny series. Why stop here? I want to read the next episode of:
The adventures of Mean Mike and his sassy-mouthed Leigh. LOL.

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA
4 posted 2005-04-05 05:11 AM


NIce...James
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