Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
I like hitchhiking
because it’s clean…
Its ending not restrained
by false beginnings
The future more indentured
than the past
With freedom...
Ironic…
what we forgive in our heroes
Their faults,
tragic badges of fame
Our glasses,
colored rose without brambles
Their legend
—...
The wildness of nobility,
the fire before the storm
The question with many answers
—the substance within the form
(Dreamsleep: October...
Religion is a license
—whose fee is death
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
Apollo en garde,
my prose to re-verse
Where Swans freely sing
—the Raven in search
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)