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The Poetry Of
Al Ferber..................................................................
Hotel Chelsea
I walked to the end
of a long hallway
in an old hotel
that used to have
more upscale clientele,
where certain literary
luminaries ended
their depression,
where countless
aspiring writers
and artists had lost
their dreams in the
toilets, shower stalls,
and stairwells and I
still hear the murmur
of their disappointment.
Mishap
Without so much
as a breeze
the power lines fell
as if in the midst
of a raging storm
down upon the roofs
of houses suddenly
lit up like a string
of blazing christmas
lights without a tree
and not enough fire
trucks in the world
to turn off the switch.
Friday, June 17, 2005
15 years old and still riding
a bicycle without a helmet
rather than stealing cars
following last in a procession
of his friends
across an intersection
tried to make it before
the yellow turned red
when a pregnant woman
with a kid in her car
got nervous with the peddle
and put him down
unconscious when he hit the ground
a cell phone call to 911
an ambulance
a helicopter
to the hospital ER
a CAT Scan
surgery to relieve the pressure
on the brain
recovery room
intensive care
a ventilator
a tube running from his skull
to let the fluid drain off
and a word to his mother
about her son still in a coma
�He can hear you if you talk.�
