AL FERBER

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The Poetry Of...
Al Ferber..........................................................................

TWO PEAS/ ONE POD

we made love this morning
I took a firm hold
of her summer butter cups
she arched her back
and bit by bit we found a way
to enfold ourselves
each into the other until
the river rose the dam broke
and we melted away into
a mutual sigh of renewal
we smiled over cheeseburgers
we packed our bags
and readied ourselves for the drive
that would take us away
from the pounding surf
several times during the trip
she accused me of belching
after a quick gulp of soda
of course I denied it
of course she told me
as usual
I was more than full of shit
of course I asked her
how she could say such a thing
of course she responded
because belching is our
love call and I know
you love me uncontrollably

Summer Storm

the paints bubble babble
gurgle smear slide drip
into psychobabble
blotches stream in irregular
patterned river lines
meandering through
the flat geography topography
physiognomy of the
surface of the world
through jungles
of darkness and light
where purple
meets yellow and orange
and blue
is assaulted by scarlet red
indicative of a pending
storm where flesh
and sand and stone
merge into monuments
of nature's
unbridled fury before
a summer sun shower
of pink and white blend
to a soft rose hue
that peppers the harshness
of a night without a moon

Born Into It

This maze of imbeciles
and pestilence
the down beaten get it
the beat beat down
are my stock in trade
the alleys
the ruined cities
the typhoid of the street
the madman screaming
I am Genghis Khan
and me
the gorilla pounding
on his chest
I've still got one
more good fight
one more good fuck
left in me
gray haired chest
with sagging pecs
man boy
gone to seed
drowned in seed
in dreams of seed
should have been
Johnny Apple but
you can't grow
apple trees on asphalt
concrete pavements
were not made for
nourishing save
persistent weeds
that grow through
the smallest cracks
I am the bum
the beggar
the lost man
looking for
a lost smile

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