Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Seductive
to many
Accepted
by few
Its magnet
attracts
What closeness
eschews
A force
drawing nearer
What time
disarrays
Whose...
Appearance
reality
their differences
hide
Within the
perception
that judgment
abides
If once
crossing over
there’s no
going back
The...
Listen for the rumble
hear it roar
Retribution’s coming
from distant fjords
Your lack of judgment
and crass disdain
Will mark the...
If I give you
today
Will you give up
tomorrow
If I ask
you to wander
Can direction
be saved
If I say
that I love you
Will the words...
Gunpowder
was to ‘Little Boy’
as a whisper
to a shout
Forever changed
the world remains
enslaved
— unto its rout
(The New Room:...