Poems from Kurt Philip behm
Raping the sky of its luster,
a new darkness began to imbue
Draining the ocean—taking its salt,
a pillar for Edith renewed
Shearing the...
If lost in yourself,
there’s no need to be found
As the self-disenfranchised,
circle around
They question and lecture,
and spew out...
The Genie-us crawled silently out of the old clock,
and climbed up the bookshelves at night
The Genie-us then read from the pages...
Did you baptize the moment,
did you remake the night
Did you give truth a name,
did your secrets escape
Did you forever divide,...
Ambient poetry,
truth on the vine
Words of the moment
—vintage divine
(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)