Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
From the Devil’s stable,
I picked the fastest stallion
And rode beyond perdition
—through eternity’s flames
(Villanova Pennsylvania:...
Stepping stone Nirvana,
a pathway through the maze
Temptation churns between the stones
—each tread fruition laid
(Dreamsleep: August,...
A Mississippi back road,
burns in my mind
Its memory twice buried,
resurfaces, reminds
That Mississippi back road,
you once led me down...
A young poet is to an
older man
As an old poet is to a
younger man
When young then old,
when old then young
The future borrowed,
the...
Behind ivy thoughts and mortared speech,
my soul cannot be bought
As I worship freely deep within
—the truth forever caught
(Villanova...