Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Jazz without melody,
an arm with no hand
A heart without blood
—a sea with no land
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
An army of lions…
led by a lamb
An army of sheep…
led by a lion
The fangs out in front
first bite is the deepest
A wound more than...
Whispers before me,
echoes behind
Voices portending,
words to remind
Sleepless imprisoned,
nights linger on
Shadows approaching
—...
When you’re out of options
—it’s no time to make a choice
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
I’ll rue the day,
I can’t write angry
I’ll rue the day,
not alone with myself
I’ll rue the day,
the questions all answered
I’ll...