Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Writing
in margins
where words never go
The meaning
bipolar
whose ink doesn’t show
Living
inceptive
divorced from the light
Married
to...
Brian died
taking
part of me
with him
The part
that he
lent me
in 1966
Brian died
and the
colors
diminished
The notes
out of rhythm...
And in the end
as it was
at the beginning
Only and forever
as spoken
— The One
(1st Book Of Prayers: July, 2025)
Through all
of his failings
and all
of his faults
His memory
redemptive
his conscience
set free
Through all
of the battles
and all
of...
That vacuum
inside you
once in it
you’re trapped
Insular
nothingness
too late
to look back
What’s empty
imprisons
no reference
in space...