Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Is the Oracle wise
the Buddha fat
or the Great
Niagara wet
Description wanes
where titan’s reign
as words are left
to falter
And blow...
Pushing hard
against the words
the order
disarrayed
The ultimate guest
the consummate stranger
so close
— so far away
(The New Room:...
Paying hard
the money short
pockets empty
time aborts
A pound of flesh
bills remain
invoice closing
— sealed with pain
(Dreamsleep:...
Hiding in
a shadow
The light
forever near
My world is
pothole bound
Restraining
hope with fear
Dirt roads
of my memory
Training...
If the past’s
not alive
The future
is dead
With memory
starving
Hope’s promise
unfed
What yesterday
gives us
Tomorrow
awaits
All...