Poems from Kurt Philip Behm

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“Truth a distraction” the media pouts Constricting those voices trying to shout Dumber than dumb brain dead by degree Digging new graves...
What if you die with no knowledge you’re dead in the ground or the oven no tears to be shed What if you die with the door closing tight...
Wrapping the words in silence  tying them with a bow Gifting them to my other self waiting still to know Leaving them at the doorstep of...
Wrapping the words in silence  tying them with a bow Gifting them to my other self waiting still to know Leaving them at the doorstep of...
Like wine deep in the racks poems  carefully age Each of a vintage a time and a place — labeled to consume   (The Rathskeller: July, 2015) 

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