Mud Wrestling on San Juan Hill

Al Ferber

Description

This life. This planet. Might as well be Mud Wrestling on San jab Hill.

Sujets

• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 28 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669857273
• Langue: English

Extrait

Other Books by Al Ferber
Exhuming the Monster
Beyond Redemption
A Man Filled With Love & Rage
The Human Museum
Collateral Damage
The Best & Worst of Neuro Circustry
Mud Wrestling On San Juan Hill
 
 
 
 
 
 
Al Ferber
 
Copyright © 2022 by Al Ferber.
Cover Art: Al Ferber
Introduction by Herb Martin
 
ISBN:
Softcover
978-1-6698-5728-0

eBook
978-1-6698-5727-3
 
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.
 
 
Rev. date: 11/23/2022
 
 
 
Xlibris
844-714-8691
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All poems have previously appeared in Mangle/zine or
Evolution of an Accidental Painting, reprinted here
with the author's permission. Al Ferber, Editor Publisher, Mangle/zine and Evolution of an Accidental Painting.
Contents
Intro
Opera
The Lone Stranger
Concepts
The Drunk & The Lamp Post
Have Poem Will Travel
The Island & The Wind
Seeing Jazz
Drop Kick
Public Enemy
The Movie Store
The Last Surgery
The Upper Room
The Beats Are Gone
Grievances
Paradise Lost
Where›s Everybody Go
Compass
Point of Disorder
Goose Step
Liar Liar
Gotta Gotta Gotta
Hark The Siren
Schoolyard Brawl
Snow Bird
Neon Lights
Heat Rash
Some Shit
Sometimes
Windows & Doorways
Trouble
Naw
The Price Is Right
Ambition
Moth Thought
Bronze Age
Cheers
Welcome To My New Digs
The Sound of the World
Fear & Rage
Passion Play
The Roofer
Marksman
Spending Money
Body Search
Appointment
Evergreens
Scant Evidence
Brian
My History
Thin
The Story of Me
Mud Wrestling On San Juan Hill
Her Song
Jackpot
Underbelly
Mourning Person
Jim’s Nauseam
Snapshots
Perfectly Sad
Once Upon A Time
Turf Wars
Standoff
Me & Her & The Garden
Calamity
Three Cruel Nights - Installment # 1 XXX rated
Three Cruel Nights - Installment # 2 XXX Rated
Three Cruel Nights - Installment # 3 XXX Rated
Mr. Sunshine
Oh, Shit
I Believe In Magic
One More Zip
Burn
Whirlpool of Forgetting
Not Kidding
Flagrant Foul
Memory Bank
Mercy Me
Breaking News
Do Not Enter
Momentary
The Fall Of The Empire
Progress
Feeding Time
Oh So Wonderful
The Things
Yep
Barbara Frances
Squirrels In The Attic
Down Here
There Was
Almost Forgot
She Got The Shaft
Betcha
The World Won›t
School Teacher
4:32 AM
The After Midnight Lights
WTF Gwendoline
Never Stop
Fever
Suicides
Big Girl
Dedication
Just A Night Out
The Playwright
Incarnate
Dale›s Apple Jack Inn
Rt. 95
SWAT
Condom Mechanics
Busted Wide Open
Shall We Dance
Found Poem
Cataclysms
Whose Hole
Makes Sense To Me
An Ode To Firsts
Ahhhh…
Conundrum
Odd Lot
I Smell The Rain
House On Fire
A Drunk For Sure
Eggs
Cur
The Good News
Tutoring
5 th & Broad
They Really Did
She Demon
Two Weeks
Jail Bait
Jail Etiquette
Mastermind
Mitzi
Without A Doubt
Taxi Driver
Candy Store
Head Lights / Tail Lights
Beyond The End Of The World
Back On The Street Again
Russian Roulette
An Idle Mind
All That
Pain and Euphoria
Queen of the Moo Moos
Face of the Moon
What I Found Interesting
Sit Down Comedian
There Are Limits
Chair Of Philosophy
Killing Time
Poof
Off Leash
Shame Man
Resurrection
Relationship With The Moon
The Eagle Tavern
Dateline: Autumn 1964
Phil’s Place
Entitlement
The Angels Hung
The Other Thing
For Barbara Mathews
Next Stop….
You Betcha
Battle Hymn
Albatross & Neck
Now What
Marathon Bar & Grill
Roy Philip
Philip Roy
Another Way Home
Dwellings
Ah, Caught Ya !
What Could Have Been
Miles of the Streets
Sidewalk Art Show
Menagerie of Horror
My Platform
Sharp Edged Tumblers
Bertha›s Sisters
What Dreams
Gun Turret
A Certain Kitchen
Toward The End
Book of Night
Country Living
Intro
by Herb Martin
….he found himself…walking…walking…quite a lot…at odd times and in some very odd locations…deserted streets, the hidden alley ways,…that could not challenge…let alone satisfy…his angst…but the walks in the aging mall were out of body experiences…masses of fat fools, nubile camel toe teenagers…waltzing in different directions with varied lopes..trots…stumbles…the surge and waning of the tides…inane…meaningless…they stepped aside as he passed through…sensing the black aura..none challenged him to wrestle In the mud…on the hill that he was climbing…
 
 
 
*
I like women who
have thighs
that aren't afraid
of each other !
*
there's a blue jay
in a tree
in my yard
that
dive bombs me
whenever
I leave
the fucking house
*
Opera
Opera - I love the sound
of the word
but can't take a minute
of listening
hurts my ears
jazz on the other hand
gives a sense
of new worlds
new sounds
of feelings we feel
of the life we live
The Lone Stranger
from as early as I can
remember
I've been strange
and
I've been a loner
could never abide
crowds
a crowd being more
than two people
and two people
felt crowded to me
any talk at all felt like
really small talk
what is there to say
to anyone that is of any
consequence other than
"shut up. stay away from me.
or I'll kill you."
and of course
"go ahead. keep talking…
excuse me but
I'm going to have to
kill you now."
Concepts
Gus said he once
conceptualized something
and it bit him in the ass
the rabid dog of thought
which he is now convinced
is a ruthless congenital
degenerative disease
causes headaches
leads to anxiety frustration
confusion depression
it's his contention that
nothing good can come from it
thought is the bastard son
of the devil muse all you
want daydream watch
your own historical or
fantasy movies in your head
let the music play sing
the words dance with
Ginger Rogers Elizabeth Taylor
or Dolly Parton or a million
other things to be done
with the brain to provide
endless moments of entertainment
but thinking
stay the fuck away from it
The Drunk & The Lamp Post
The guy was in Florida
got screaming
drunk one night
reeled his way
through the streets
got into it
with a lamp post
didn't fair too well
broke both his hands
the lamp post
head butted him
and knocked him out
Have Poem Will Travel
back in the mid
to late 70s
we were an unlikely
band
of sisters & brothers
joined at the heart
by a common
passion
for the rhythm
the image
the sound
and the beat
of words
we propped each other
up
pushed and shoved
each other
to do our best
during
a magic time
in every bar
and restaurant
that would let us in
 
*
finally realized
you're not interested
in the details
you just want
to know what happened
well
nothing happened
not a damn thing
and it lasted
for a long time
now
can I interest you
in the details
 
*
 
humans:
another glitch
in the
evolutionary
process
 
*
 
some people are born
breathing
yet still
dead on arrival
continue to breath
walk talk eat shit
sleep
the living dead
they will not know
death
the big sleep
when it hits them
save the lack
of breathing
nothing will have
changed
 
*
The Island & The Wind
its a windy night here
on the island
there are many
windy nights
here on the island
one of the things
I enjoy most living
on the island
watching the trees
dance with the wind
that comes here
unencumbered by
obstructions to its
travel
from any and all
directions
something about
the wild of it that
I find reassuring
something about
being reminded by
nature that this island
is separate and apart
from any mainland
I find comforting
Seeing Jazz
Gus said he went to see
a jazz concert
this afternoon
and he did see
amazing
countless arcane images
floating dancing around
the room
although he wasn't
able to count just
how many were dancing
on the head of a pin
he saw it clear as day
mysterious
air waves in blue and red
angels wrestling on tree
limbs
grave diggers slamming
shovels
on each others