Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Detached from my consciousness,
the monster attacked
Feasting first on my memory,
the front then the back
Now living inside me,
all day...
Sometimes money isn’t enough,
the wheat rejects the chaff
Wealth attained by winnowing gain,
the scarecrow only laughs
Sometimes money...
The winds of disaster
blow solemn and cold,
sweeping away my heart
From out of the North,
reclaiming my soul
—in torment to depart
(...
Ladybugs
outline the memory of my childhood,
marking the pathway of my approach
Orange and black
like Halloween candy corn,
tempting...
You have to be immortal
to placate the gods
Time reaffirming
all memory of
Creation, destruction,
eternity looms
For those who...