Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
No more
Mothballs and cedar assault my nose
The dust mites and stale air dry my throat
A wardrobe that is just that
The lion roars no...
In days of wonder
I wander alone
Lost in the transition
of being myself
Lost in the memory
of all that I’ve missed
Lost in the reasons
that...
Freedom without question
Truth without doubt
Love without heartache
Hope without pain
Truth without question
Freedom without doubt
Light...
Do nothings
wth tenure
poseurs sublime
Their barrels
sit empty
coated
with lime
The space
they take up
much better off
closed
For...
Not an academic
Poet
Not a tenement
Poet
Not a beat or a blues
or a church Poet
Not a famous or infamous
or celebrity Poet
Not an Irish or...