Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
We all become
stories
at the end
of the day
The true
and the false
the black
and the grey
The plot lines
will vary
the ends
in due...
Whittling the point
paring it down
cutting the volume
honing the sound
Sharpening each line
words drop and fall
meaning to thunder
—...
Whittling the point
paring it down
cutting the volume
honing the sound
Sharpening each line
words drop and fall
meaning to thunder
—...
Blisters of
disillusion
fester
and boil
Vision
rubbed raw
in the darkness
embroiled
False
expectations
lie scattered
and burned
...
Abandoning
yesterday
haunts me
today
Interring
reminder
of what’s not
in play
Bypassing
my choosing
evading
my will
Each sight...