Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Hiding their poison,
colleges feign
Promising sunshine,
delivering rain
Knowledge infected,
politics vile
Lambs to the slaughter
—...
Better to slip through
than run over
Better to finesse
than to force
Better to persuade
than to dictate
Discretion
—all meaning...
Classic intelligence,
built on complexity
Layer upon layer,
a spidering web
For us to get caught in,
for us to be trapped
Its...
My words
—speak only for themselves
(Dreamsleep: September, 2019)
Writing doesn’t become immortal,
until you leave the words behind
Feelings left to light the way
—in moments undefined
(Villanova...