Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
The past is left in mourning,
the future still unknown
The present disavows them both,
not borrowed—never loaned
(Dreamsleep: August,...
In the commercial age,
money captures time
Depleting awareness
—a prison unto itself
(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)
His final words to the mirror…
“You must now set me free”
All time a reflection
—of what’s never to be
(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)
Is your best friend a dog,
a thesaurus is mine
As yours wags its tail
—mine forever sets me free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
I go to the city
To be alone…
Distraction
Calling me away
From myself
Isolating my
Memory
Burying my
Thoughts
In endless concrete
Passing...