Poems from Kurt Philip behm
Heaven
has no doorbell
Salvation
has no ring
The call redemptive
from inside
Where Angels
— flock to sing
(1st Book Of Prayers: March,...
Able to take change
in smaller increments …
the total overwhelms
The pieces digested
in tiny fragments
absconding from the realm
—...
Living in the zoo
hunting in the jungle
Dying in the space between
— buried in the past
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Preaching to the choir
one more like will do
Beating the last dying horse
postings stay as new
I’ll read yours if you’ll read mine
lined up...
Passing mile marker 75
I start to get young again
Reversing the clock the faster I go
Rod Serling fills his pen
At mile marker 80 my hair...