Kurt Philip Behm

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2024

Innocence a foreigner
if beautiful or dark
No one who can lead the way
— has purity of heart

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2024

Tick, Tick, Tick ...

Killing shared values
our lives on death row
Kinship aborted
— the world soon to blow

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2024

The Wasteland

The pendulum swings wider
both right and then left
Those things that divide us
fomenting unrest
The wasteland between
what was once common ground
A minefield of mutual exclusion
— profound

(The New Room November, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2024

Last Choosing

That one final
bullet
That one final
dagger
To use
on another
Or to use
— on ourselves

(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2024

Poetic Heraldry

“If thou wouldst
be my critic
Thou must
— wear my soul”

(Woodland Avenue Philadelphia: May, 1973)

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2024

Verba Cantus

Stealing from a thief
those phrases gone
Scales rebalance
words in song

Once recaptured
then released
The chorus joyful
— the world at peace

(The New Room: September, 2024)

Kurt Philip Behm Nov 2024

Primed And Waiting

Be home
when opportunity
knocks
Your door
left open
— lights aglow

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)