Poems from Kurt Philip behm
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...
It happened
once
It happened
forever
But never ever
— again
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
When you speak
to me
a certain way
I can see the words
Shaped and formed
with wings
of gold
freeing what I’ve heard
When you speak
to...
The chosen
tone deaf
to their fortune
Musicians
their heads
in the sand
The roadies
eat pizza
still frozen
While Angels
play bass
in...
The chosen
tone deaf
to their fortune
Musicians
their heads
in the sand
The roadies
eat pizza
still frozen
While Angels
play bass
in...