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The Poetry Of.
Al Ferber.....................................
Unquestionable
We have been together
more then18 years -
when she gets undressed
she still has the sexiest
body on the planet -
when I call her on the phone
I still hear that devilish
girl with the devilish laugh -
when she belches - our mating
call - she still tells me,
“That came from the heart!” -
when she lay before me -
breasts up - smiling -
and asks me if I love her -
how can I tell her, how
could it be otherwise?
For Mike’s Mother, Mary
Got an e-mail from Mike:
"Mother died Monday 1/3/05
at the age of 85. She gave
her all to her family and
will be sorely missed."
An Irish woman -
as Irish as Irish gets - made
me feel like part of her family
which she loved
with the intensity
of 10 force hurricanes.
Notebook
Our English Comp. 101 instructor
told us to keep a notebook
to write something everyday
so I did...
My younger brother
ripped the cord from my radio.
the pitiful yelp
after I pulled the plug from the wall
and lashed the chord across his back.
Sins of the flesh.
Riding my girlfriend fully clothed
until my underpants were wet.
The armored horse with ruby eyes
I imagined riding as a child.
The bloodless profile of a pigeon
pressed under glass against a cobblestone
on 10th Street between the trolley tracks.
A blind man explaining to a deaf man
the attraction of women’s breasts.
The homeless woman who talked about
the days when she was a beauty queen
in the Miss America Pageant.
The ten cent toy that I stole from Woolworth’s
when I was six years old that I never confessed.
My Holden Caufield hatred of phonies of all
stripes.
My inability to comprehend infinity
and the infallibility of anyone,
including the Pope.
M dread of the forlorn look on the faces of parents
as they dragged their children to church on Sundays.
The girl with the long straight blonde
hair, skin tight miniskirt, stockingless legs,
blouse busting breasts, thick eye make-up,
and cheap perfume, that made her look
and smell like a tramp
that built an erection in my pants,
who sat next to me in Journalism class,
made me think of us in the back seat
of my car where I tasted the sweet secret
she kept nestled between her thighs.
