To all of you natural Gauguins

Killing time on your trophy beach,

Waiting for your pastel tans

To rhyme, for the sun to reach


Back home, where your clothes

Will trumpet just

The spot where shadows

Stencil beauty on your bust,


A cliché right now,

A postcard-slick veneer

That the future will endow

With the required souvenir


Of age, a hometown art

Where the lime green bay

Waits always for the tropic day

To start.


Waikiki, Tropics Bar, 5:11 - 5:33, May 5th 2012

Lanikau, May 7th, 2012