Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Go to the Casbah.



Go to the Casbah
by james bezerra

Few places are better,
when you’re young
and happy


than the smoking patio
at the Casbah
at Kettner and Laurel


at the top of the hill
and the jetliners
come barreling down


out of night
just as if inches
above you,


landing gear dangling
maybe just moments,
or a strong crossbreeze,


from your fingertips
and only seconds
from tarmac.


The jetwash whir
and whine
so loud


it drowns the music
wafting out
from the band


and reminds you
to be alive
right now


because 300 tons
of swiftly descending steel
and a slight miscalculation


and this drink in your hand
might be all there is
in your last half second.

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