Friday, August 26, 2011

Poetry: Memento Venti

In honor of the imminent weather:

Memento Venti

You water-mongering dervish!
You peddler of precipitation!
You cacophonous yowler!
Traipsing up the coast,
Like a lush, an inebriated llama,
Spitting torrents on us,
You thrill all the meteorologists;
Like fault lines, they quiver with anticipation.

We gobble plywood, batteries;
We drain Poland Spring in preparation.
We shudder with our candles,
Fumbling with matches,
Like stoned Baby Boomers
Grasping at shreds of memories.
We tie up all our garbage,
Afraid to lose it during your visitation.

You scoff, you scowl, you scuttle;
You lick your lightning lips;
You breathe thrasonic thunder.
Toppling the trees
Like the walls of Jericho,
Sundering our power,
You remind us of the fragility
Of everything we take for granted.

Batten down the hatches!