I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different waysA dazzle of days running under a tramWhile the horses boltAnd the time is transfixedLike that moment at the roadside garageWhen moments lost meaning and all I wanted was presentAnd the smell of gasoline and exhaust emittedAnd the blinding hot sunSaid that everything was alrightAnd the troubles were not in the presentSince we had to stay put and waitWith all choices lostAnd mimicry of sacrificeIndomitable and unattainableLeading to a gloriousRelief
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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.
