On Kauai, where I resided until last year, there used to be this man who remained toward the start of Kuamoo Road in Kapaa. He was consistently there… no matter what. He had a folding chair and hiking bed. Remaining close to the traffic signal he generally looked as though he was sitting tight for somebody, consistently with an eager look all over. I would frequently see him with a styrofoam holder with lunch or supper so he probably had cash or somebody helping him. I heard there were individuals who helped him. An alien to me but I some way or another realized him very much like every other person who passed that spot and depended on his being there. I moved back to California for a spell and when I got back to Kauai he was no more. I heard he turned out to be very threatening to individuals and was made to leave. I never figured out what befell him or where he twisted up or on the other hand on the off chance that he found what he what or who he was searching for.
I composed this melody about him and one 인천룸싸롱lady I met while in California, a complicated lady who didn’t stand by, not so much for anything. I guess it is truly about all of us or who we decide to be out of the blue; we trust; we pause, we expect or we have days we don’t.
“Kuamoo Road”
a melody:
There is a man who pauses
at the stem of Kuamoo Road
also, he is pausing
for his life
to start.
There is a lady who sits in obscurity
furthermore, she drinks in isolation,
she is sitting tight for
her life
to end.
I remain solitary
in shadows
also, I sketch out their edges
sitting close
in the mystery
of camouflage.
I’ll be a lilac
be basically a petal
or on the other hand an amaranth
afterward
I will cherish all
the examples found
as I fly
so exceptionally far away.