Halloa

The cold seeps in, and chills my bones
the grey skies depressions cloud my dawns  
the forcast of oncoming storms  
an escape to sumny shores  
  
To where they sway like snakes possesed  
and herald with a garland you bedecked  
native beauties with bare breasts    
the Hauwaii welcome thats the best  
   
For honeyed holiday that you expect  
that haven with no limit cocktail hour treats  
advertising hype thats hopefull,  smiles beamed aspect  
no hoar to chill in this, ideal retreat  
   
That volcano is it dead    
to awake from centuries of sleep    
 what are those long odds, a betting hedge  
and spew its ash on horticulture in the fields  
   
Bring lava down the slopes into the streets  
that paradise we made is self contrived    
self habitual deciet of summers heat  
for honours dreams under grey and rainy skies  
   
 Grass skirts that twist and writhe  
eruptions hollow menace reeks a burning sythe    
a dance to repeat time after time  
the H bomb ticking mountainside