Member Poem

Well I got the flash flood message
just this very day
California's crumblin' like a Keebler cookie
right into the ocean
Uh huh-that's all the hype that I hear 'em say
Makin' a guttural path-
a literal mudbath
for all the fruits n' nuts n' flakes
n' yer average sociopath
Kissin' the bottom of the Pacific
or at least 'til the sea gives up her dead-
that's where they're gonna lay
N' the white sharks ain't none too happy
litterin' their frontyard with floaters
full of hardware n' bolt ons n' store bought ink
hair like the Weekend lookin' all nappy
what are we they ask-indiscriminate predators?
This ain't seal meat Bub-
they ain't even on the menu
although fear compels 'em so to think
Well the rain keeps comin' down
in silvery sheets
For all the grass shrubs n' every tree-
like Israel's desert bloomin' in prophecy
The fairweatherer's tradin' in
for hipwaders with their golf cleats
Down in the basement-flippin' breakers downward bent
Reservoir runs dry-waterin' lawns 24-7 wonderin' why water bill is spent
Then the rain comes they loose the reigns on their complainin' reachin' heaven on high
n' it sure wouldn't be no lie they're still thinkin'
God's lackin' in His Strength feats
N' the Channel Islands ain't mournin'
over Rafael Solares the quintessential shaman
n' the rest of the tribe of Chumash
break out in a strange weather related rash
He says you'll just have to save yer cash
to Aveeno up
with gavacha Macedonian Jennifer Aniston
Still the rain keeps pourin' on down
They wonder will the jars of heaven ever be stayed?
Their predominant expression' s become a frown
Staring out the winda like the kids
in The Cat In The Hat at the drenched lawn where they once played
Playground n' park only now heard
a lost ghostly windward word
Forget 'bout figurin' out who killed Mr. Mustard
They'll be preoccupied ponderin' who had their warm sun slayed?
1-22-2017 Duncan R. M. Ferguson