Behind the Douglas fir curtain

Poem Part 4

5/8/2013

Behind the Douglas fir curtain

(By Stephen Jay Morris)

The rain has washed off my rainbow in my soul.

If life is a river then my currents is stagnant.

Meteorologists have a rain fetish.

They are addicted to the rain.

If the rains do not come…

They agonize under the shadows of the Douglas fir tree.

Behind the Douglas fir curtain…my life is uncertain.

Chain-smoking fat women with tattoos

Yell at their kids.

Hood wearing white men is working on their cars.

Pit bulls laugh at their wiggery owners.

White people worship at the…

 Arena of the Oregon Ducks

Oregon duck logo

Are on their umbrellas.

The local newscasters talk to them like a child.

Baby talk to adults makes me ill.

 Behind the Douglas fir curtain…my life is uncertain