Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Try to define
consciousness
you haven’t
the tools
Try to define
instinct
the same kind
of fool
Try to define
reason
misusing
the words...
Your words
they fall silent
but your life
is a poem
Each motion
and gesture
by Heaven
are known
You rhyme
every smile
your eyes
metered...
Saying
something witty
while having nothing
to say
Is like
spitting in the wind
to stay out
— of the spray
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Science
never answers
the primary
questions
it ponders
in circles
deck chairs
rearranged
Reciprocal
theorems
of self
aggrandizement ...
Man often kills
that thing he loves
Dying inside it
— when push comes to shove
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)