Train Wreck

Al Ferber

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My reader friends take note ... This is Al Ferber. A poet with grit ... angst ... beauty ... real life dirt ... buy his books ... he can't stop ... it pours out of him like a pissed-off volcano with layered stories to tell. —
Mark A. Swain

Sujets

• Aluminio
• Ferber
• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 11 décembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669859307
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Train Wreck
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Al Ferber
 
Copyright © 2023 by Al Ferber.
 
ISBN:
Softcover
978-1-6698-5931-4

eBook
978-1-6698-5930-7
 
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: 12/08/2022
 
 
 
 
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Contents
Disclaimer
Acknowledgements
Dedication
Introduction
Cats Dogs and Other Creatures
Pain & Idiotic Joy
Skin Popping
System of Myths
H.S. Strategical
Silence
Hippies
Hippies
Well
Cleaning Up
Goin’ Down
Evening Descends
Winter’s Last Gasps
Famous Last Words
I Tried
Old Buddhist Saying:
Fish
Words For Words’ Sake
Ghost
Now They Tell Me
Blare
Rat’s Ass
The Wind
Poem Writer
Fool’s Errand
War All The Time
The Lights Went Down
Broken Heart
Bed Rock
Chronic Illness and Dreams
Well, Does It
Don’t Ask
Old Times
Last Stop
Gimme Gimme
The Next Chapter
City Light
Sirens
Street Trade
Parade
Sharing
Bohemian Rhapsody
A Terrible Room
Through The Fire
Walk of Dog
The Gathering
Refraction
Hey Dad
Crossfire
Sun Crisis
Neon Windows
There Was
Last Exit To Brooklyn
If
The Friend
I Hate To Disappoint
Incendiary
Third Rail
O-blivion
Finally
Pornography
Swimming
Street Walker
Against The Grain
Neon Circus
Sylvia
Death Knell
Idiot Farm
Can’t Remember
A Call To Arms
Over Yonder
Live Streaming
Merchant Of Cool
Across The Yard
My Element
Another One
Did I Forget
Did I Ever Tell Ya
Cradle of Civilization
Practical Question
Focus Your Heart
Don’t Listen To Him
Motor City
Fuck It List
Askew
Life Noir
People Of Industry
The Bay
Town Fool
Nope
Symptomatic
What A Shame
Beating
The Bin
The Mist
Reprobate
Up Against it
Al From Morph
The Winter Dance
The Teacher Strike
History
6 String
Typo Dyslexico
Factories
All Inside
Out
He Would Come Home
Therefore I Am
Shoes
The Paintings
Seeing Beauty
Passing Fancy
Purgatory
Every Single Time
Rotten
Closet/Street
Are You Serious
Heroine
All The Last Dances
Strike Down
The Big Story
Fallen Angel
Reprinting
Dust to Dust
Extra Extra
City Phobia
Car
Scoped
She Spoke Out
The Last Second
Hair Trigger
Trading Post
Books
Weed Keeper
The Circles of Hell
My Ass Turned Toward the Sun Again
A Crate of Hand Grenades
The Teacher Strike
Al From Morph
There Was
Disclaimer
Every word contained in this book, (including: names titles, page numbers and punctuation) is Fictitious. In other words: fiction, not real, does not exist in the real world. I have been given permission by nature to use specific words such as tree, water, dirt and the like. Nature, unfortunately, was unwilling to sign the release form. If any of this is offensive to anyone or anything for any reason, I don’t care.
Acknowledgements
All words used in this book have previously appeared in Mangle/zine and Evolution of an Accidental Painting and are reprinted here with my permission. I wrote, edited and published them.
You got a problem with that ? Call the cops.
Cover Art by Al Ferber
What these clowns did with it is way beyond my control.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my long suffering, wife
Cathi who has been my patron for all these writing
& painting shenanigans for lo these how many years.
And everyone else who has ever left a party early
because I was there.
Introduction
You’ve heard of the yard sale, the junk drawer, the junk yard, the junk yard dog, the garage sale, the fire sale, the closeout sale, the swap meet, the secret Santa, regifting, the trash heap, the trash bin, mismatches, odd lot, strange brew, every goddamn thing must go, everything’s for sale but the walls. You hear of property damage, mis-sized anything, square hole, round peg, ear wax remover, “a glitch in time saves eleven cents”. Well, here it is, in all its ignominy.
Al Ferber
Come on in or don’t. Up to you.
 
*
 
there are lights
at both
ends
of the tunnel
two trains
headed
for the
inevitable wreck
 
*
 
humans
give
every
other
animal
a
bad name
 
*
*
 
my dad
often said
when I die
stick a
hambone
up my ass
and let
the dogs
drag me
down the
street
he was of
German
extraction
but sounds
awfully
Irish to me
 
*
 
the bullshit
area
of my brain
began
to hemorrhage
at some
point
and was assessed
to be
irreparable
 
*
*
 
I pissed
in the outhouse
I shit
in the outhouse
in
the back yard
of my
grandmother’s
home
that’s how
fucking old
I am
 
*
 
got any idea
of the thrill
to shit
in an outhouse
in winter
I’ll never tell
 
*
*
 
used corn cobs
to clean
our assholes
after shitting
in the outhouse
twisted them
around like
corkscrews
then pulled em
out and tossed
em
not true
but
sounds like fun
don’t it
 
*
 
another
news flash
so many
news flashes
the news
gets lost
in the flash
 
*
 
 
 
 
 
*
street fights
are much
easier
more pleasant
than
the rest of life
in a street fight
you know who’s
in front of you
who’s coming
at you
the rest of life
is never
that simple
much less direct
 
*
 
Think I’m finally
going to
cave
give in
accept my time
in the barrel
calmly
passively
Think I’m finally
going to do that
right after
they finish
shoveling
the dirt on me
 
*
*
 
every time
I think
there’s no more
where
that came from
no more
water in the river
another
dam breaks
and off I go
swimming
against the
oncoming tide
 
*
 
each moment
a new
adventure
it’s own
challenges
to make it through
to the next
adventure
the next
challenge
of the next
moment
 
*
 
 
*
 
fuck ups
like lint
on black
up and
down the
theater rows
a plague
an epidemic
unavoidable
with untold
number
of dipshits
at the helm
 
*
 
it’s when
the sand
in the box
gets
quick
you be
in real shit
 
*
 
 
 
 
*
 
which end
is really up
top
or bottom
of the
sliding board
 
*
 
into the multi
stage
phase
potato eyes
liver spots
musculature
naturally
tenderized
skin takes on
that funky
ripple effect
stretched
out
all over the
place
on the other
side
of the grand
sadistic
looking glass
 
*
 
*
 
sole purpose
of
pre school
is
to get
rid of
your ass
one
year sooner
 
*
 
still trying
to
digest
the shit
they
gave me
first
day
first grade
 
*
 
 
 
 
*
 
some days
my
game boy
turns
on
without
a hall pass
 
*
 
some sit
in their tent
and
tenderize
their
meat
all day long
 
*
Cats Dogs and Other Creatures
never liked cats
never liked dogs
thought of them as
eat shit piss & leave hair
on you bastards
mooches
of the highest order
parasites with bad breath
for some reason
they always wanted
to come and gently
leave a sweater
on my pant legs
this did not serve as an
endearing quality
but
as karma would have it
eventually gradually
got to know
the furry bastards
completely against my will
much less intention
figured out some forms