Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
The chosen
tone deaf
to their fortune
Musicians
their heads
in the sand
The roadies
eat pizza
still frozen
While Angels
play bass
in...
The chosen
tone deaf
to their fortune
Musicians
their heads
in the sand
The roadies
eat pizza
still frozen
While Angels
play bass
in...
A thousand answers
one last question
— why
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
You can’t close the door
that opens inside
Or bottle the morrow
today seeks to hide
You can’t erase feelings
like words on a page
Or trap a...
That voice
from the wilderness
Nearer
than far
Close distant
reminder
We are
— who we are
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Looking Back
...