Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
When you have money
the world stops to listen
The content no matter
gratuity bound
The dollars indulgent
as charlatans glisten
Self-...
When you have money
the world stops to listen
The content no matter
gratuity bound
The dollars indulgent
as charlatans glisten
Self-...
Loving you
with all my heart
the distance creeping in
With each tryst
creating space
your vision growing thin
The more I try
to hold...
Crossing over
into the realm
of non-description
reference and paradigm
sleep alone
Borders falling inward
upon themselves
leaving only...
A second first date
a telltale sign
that she’s the hill
my heart to climb
A third first date
the past a blur
my thoughts held captive...