Poems from Kurt Philip behm

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Diminished but ennobled, the soldier came home his two limbs traded for the  sanctuary of a deeper peace   Broken in completeness, his...
Salt lick temptation lures that dangle, camouflaged darkness masks and blinds   Easily captured when most attracted, flypaper memories —...
The last day of vacation, you told me things had changed   The last day of vacation, each word seducing pain   The last day of vacation, a...
Tin cup of criticism hollow and blue Empty aspersions poison the brew   Its venom unasked for distilling in pain Opinion left rancid —...
In judgment we are sentenced… its verdict zero-sum   (The New Room: November, 2021)

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