Poems from Kurt Philip behm
Still Foreign
No matter
how much love
is present
My feelings
truant reign
The ghost
inside me
will not leave
Inducing
love’s disdain
...
Inherited
severance
The saddest
probate
A wasteland
of love
A garden
of hate
A dark
segregation
Divorced
in our bane
To separately
...
I met her
on the boardwalk ramp
and said ...
“You Have Nice Eyes”
The Gypsy Lady
fixed her gaze
my hand in hers
replied ...
“White...
The flip side
of dimension
the angle
of a curve
The silence of
a shouting mute
the last
unfeeling nerve
Description
serves in...
Adroitness
remits
what curiosity
requires
Professing
allegiance
through tundra
and fire
The rabbits
two exits
protecting
its lair...