Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
To a hammer
everything
looks like a nail
To a writer
everything
looks like a tale
To a hunter
everything
looks like a kill
To a...
Without our dreams
we sit naked and alone
Imprisoned by doldrums
adrift from our home
In fits of depression
we unstep the mast
Awaiting...
Hearing
my thoughts
I considered
again
Last chance
to refashion
What time
whittles thin
Word after
word
They pass by
in refrain
Assuaging...
The coincidence of
opposites
attracts and repels
Polarity of motion
where
all paradoxes dwell
Conjoined in their
distinction
...
Deep in the forest
of a wanton tomorrow
two virgins sullied forth
One but a temptress
from loves inquisition
the other devil sourced
...