The night Lou Reed diedEvery bar in the cityThe big borough cityplayed the poetwho encapsulatedwhat drove us down to towntook us back into our livesand captured what needed encapsulation anticipation.Dreams to live to die bysometimes shuddering our way homewhilst we tried to recall our listless motivationsto get our asses out of lost townsand onto the bridges that always smiled at uswhile we waited for acceptance or acknowledgementsomething that made the beat worth defendingThe cripples chalice-singPast sifted by the moment
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About the writer
Josef Krebs. 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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