AL FERBER

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

Dog Eared

Flaps down
bent
at the edges
curled up
weary
ready for a dog nap
want my stomach rubbed
want to roll over
and play dead
this morning
comes uninvited
and I am dog eared
dragging myself
from sink
to closet to car
to drive
in the cold morning air
long before
I am ready to wake
to a job
where I must force
words out of my mouth
to try to convince
others it's worth it
to come out of the fog

Everyone

Thought after all these years
there weren't much what
could stump me
now my wife tells me
everyone pisses in the ocean
cept me
least not since I was a kid

now it's official
there is no hope
now I don't even think
you can call it humanity

Theoretical

eggs break open on windshields
and sidewalks like dreams
evicted from sleep
create an uncooked slimy mess
and in the sun create a stink
dreams wander streets in Marley's chains
searching for better than half baked
conclusions that never materialize

morning comes Electra
afternoon fizzles like a dud
where the Phoenix never rises
and the night sleeps with the dead

Osaurus

Emily Bronte
O-saurus

Oh Emily
Bronte Saurus

Sad sack medievalist
suicide doth haunt thee
in the marsh mist
the swamp gas
its neon lights
in headlines on pre-newspaper
papers

Peril of Pauline
peril of Justine
pauper
who have given their all
O-saurus
Oh Emily Bronte
Saurus
the meat
the final
grist for your mill

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