Poems from Kurt Philip behm
A thousand answers
one last question
— why
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
You can’t close the door
that opens inside
Or bottle the morrow
today seeks to hide
You can’t erase feelings
like words on a page
Or trap a...
That voice
from the wilderness
Nearer
than far
Close distant
reminder
We are
— who we are
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Looking Back
...
Spitting into the ocean
hoping it would rise
Wrapped in the flag of tomorrow’s retreat
the past and its minions reprise
One more straw on...
Apocalypse kindles
relighting the fire
Malignant denominators
melt from above
Savior disdained
pontificate’s stain
Tomorrow endemic...