The Poetry Of..
Al Ferber............................................................
Still Angry
I am still
and will remain
for the unforeseeable future
angry
about planes that don't land
trains that never reach the next stop
buses that get lost
enroute to the terminal
ships that disappear in fog banks
friendly ghosts that don't visit anymore
trees that bend without wind
or weight of snow or ice
suns that don't rise
moons that cease to become silvery
angels with broken wings
that fly anyway
bees that pollinate rocks
birds that have lost their song
autumn leaves that leap
from life to death with no transformation of color
prophets with nothing to prophesy
harlots that are built like sticks
monkey music without a jungle beat
drums without sound
voiceless opera divas with flat chests
atonal silence
death without life
amen
We're Off
We are off
the two of us
off center
off kilter
off the edge
of the moon
we orbit
in opposite
rotations
seasons
mood swings
inclinations
dispositions
we went off
to see the wizard
and when
we pulled the curtain
down
you saw
an insurance salesman
and I saw
a junk yard dog
Was I Dreaming
It was dreamlike
just after lifting
all the boxes
of christmas
decorations
into the attic
when she just
blurted out
let's get naked
I nodded
in the affirmative
followed her
eagerly into
the bedroom
where she stripped
down in record
time
and slipped
between
the sheets
and blanket
early in the evening
held me close
instructed me
as a good mate
should on what
to first then
second
to bring her
maximum pleasure
this woman
of mine
who says she's fat
couldn't prove it by me
took me like
a black widow
spider
pulled me to her
made me
seal the deal
then let me live
The Story of O
The endless
beginning-less
story of O
is what I seek
no words
no commas
no chapters
no paragraphs
no moral
of the story
just the
unimaginable
purity of
O
in perfect
silence
perfect
stillness
unpolluted
O
Chariot
What the hell
is all this business
about a chariot
that swings low
sounds like
its struts
and suspension's
shot all to hell
make for one
damned
bumpy ride
at best
who's looking
for that
who'd want
to ride
in that sumnabitch
anywhere
just another
junked up
conveyance
headed
for the trash heap
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