The Night Lou Reed Died
The night Lou Reed died
Every bar in the city
The big borough city
played the poet
who encapsulated
what drove us down to town
took us back into our lives
and captured what needed encapsulation anticipation.
Dreams to live to die by
sometimes shuddering our way home
whilst we tried to recall our listless motivations
to get our asses out of lost towns
and onto the bridges that always smiled at us
while we waited for acceptance or acknowledgement
something that made the beat worth defending
The cripples chalice-sing
Past sifted by the moment
Josef Krebs has a chapbook published by Etched Press and his poetry also appears in Agenda, The Bangalore Review, the Bicycle Review, Calliope, Mouse Tales Press, The Corner Club Press, The FictionWeek Literary Review, Burningword Literary Journal, the Aurorean, Inscape, Crack the Spine, The Cape Rock, Carcinogenic Poetry, 521magazine, Organs of Vision and Speech, Tacenda, Former People, The Chaffey Review, The Bohemian, Grey Sparrow Journal, and The Cats Meow. A short story has been published in blazeVOX. He’s written three novels and five screenplays. His film was successfully screened at Santa Cruz and Short Film Corner of Cannes film festivals.
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