Not My Circus
I no tink so Slick,
dat no sound too good to me.
Not interested,
no desire,
so you can just stay deah
on your street corner
wit your little bags
of momentary euphoria.
I not looking
to be bathed in wun heavenly glow
cause wen da shine wears off
it’s like jumping out of wun airplane
witout wun parachute
and landing on da pavement
like wun ovah ripe cantaloupe.
I’m really much too spunky
to be wun sorry junkie
fooling wit da fire,
spoon, and needle.
It’s moa hip
to take wun natural trip
by rapping to da beat of my feet
dat stay walking away.
If you could read my mind
it would be telling you
not my circus,
not my monkeys,
cause wen you play stupid games
you win stupid prizes.
- © Joe Balaz 2021
Joe Balaz writes in Hawaiian Islands Pidgin (Hawai’i Creole English) and American English. He is the author of Pidgin Eye, a book of poetry. In July, 2020, Balaz was given the Elliot Cades Award for Literature as an Established Writer. It is the most prestigious literary award given in Hawai’i. Balaz presently lives in Cleveland, Ohio.
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