Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Is consciousness different than having a soul,
reflection unhallowed—eternity trolled
Does the magic within us begin and then end,
finite...
Hours screaming,
futures pleading,
eternity portends
Voices crying,
souls denying
—as darkness comes again
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Why would I question,
why would I care
Why would I venture,
why would I dare
Why would I set out
for places unknown
If not to find...
Centennial masterpiece,
numbers subtract
The prize in the wandering,
years drifting back
Memory indentured,
the sour and sweet
...
I offered two nickels,
she demanded a dime
It wasn’t enough,
her anger declined
“Can’t you make change,”
she then shouted aloud
And while...