Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Writing
is but
an escape
for the soul
Freeing
our passions
making
— us whole
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
He stood by
my cradle
And followed
my hearse
Unlocking
two portals
Both blessing
— and curse
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Today
I decided
not to rhyme
The words
in volleys
poorly formed
Predicates
outcast
phrases smashed
Their accents
bouncing
covers...
Reaching into the
public consciousness
the words were given free
Blowing fresh holes
through blind consensus
nothing there to see
...
We couldn’t survive
each to the other
We couldn’t let go
to live
We couldn’t give
without retaking
We couldn’t express
what we felt
We...