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The Poetry Of...
Al Ferber...............................................
Too Loud A Voice
they say my voice is too loud
even for desert scorpions
too loud for mountain goats
too loud for sewer rats
roaches spiders too loud
for teeming cities the great
metropolis of man and
universities his citadels
of higher academic learning
too raw for the tender ears
of professors of language
the high priests of literature
too painful for clergymen
and women of the Word
too unrefined for miners
too hard for diamond cutters
but just gentle enough
to nuture the petals of a rose
Euphoria
the words dried up like sawdust
on a carpenter's workshop floor
lifeless still dried dead at the whim
or will of broom or gust of wind
the images crumbed
like concrete turned to driest sand
angels lost their wings fell
from the sky
a legion of Icarus having flown
way too close to the sun
orators fell mute speechless
politicians developed amnesia
forgetting how to glad hand
the sun itself was eclipsed
by throngs of creatues of night
blotting out every star in the cosmos
I grow dead inside
wracked with pointless angst
rampant anxiety
prayer has become a litany of hollow
nonsensical syllables
my heart is a rock too heavy for my chest to hold
the realization that life IS one big
bait and switch joke
makes the arduous task of living unbearable
and living is nothing if not an arduous task
I feel a hungry angry tiger trying to rip
through my insides and let itself free
that refuses to live by the rules
and convention of men
of European extraction
I hear nurseries of babies wailing
at what lies in store for them
there are dead men in the streets
laughing at the living
I am drunk on a euphoria
of enlightenment of the worst kind
Fool's Gold
she took me rocketing
to the heavens
let me hover there for a while
then dropped me crashing
to the earth like a stone
where I lay more misshapen
than before
more amazed than ever
at the natural
cruelty of humans
like myself
I'm an old man
sucked in by the sweet
scent of romance
and the potential
of real excitement
but I am an old man
of long standing
on God's shit list
and should have
expected nothing different
nothing more
nothing less
I had, at one point
in my life, believed
that giant turtles
and cows could fly
I believed that romance
instant infatuation
were the greatest gifts
the greatest of blessings
not a curse
but I very soon learn
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