All my friends are
virtual online
Arms-length fraternal,
distance sublime
Safe in my cave,
with cursor in hand
Downloading affection
—beyond all demand
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
All my friends are
virtual online
Arms-length fraternal,
distance sublime
Safe in my cave,
with cursor in hand
Downloading affection
—beyond all demand
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Are you digging a hole
you will never crawl out of,
a prison self-made by your hand
The metaphors mix
as you lie there betwixt
—the bars sinking into the sand
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
You can’t think your way
into a poem
Or feel your way
out of a verse
They first must conspire…
your spirit inspired
Words no longer forced
—or perverse
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
If just one person understands,
if just one troubled soul
The effort and the pain involved
—small price to make them whole
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Forever romancing
that lingering question…
Quixotic by decree
—windmills turning free
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
In the darkness
it came,
no more searching in the light
Nothing burning
to distract
—shadows of delight
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
With all the talk that so divides
—one bomb unites us all
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Going to bed with the words,
waking up to a song
—music romancing my dreams
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
First,
you need to have
something to say
Before,
figuring out
—how to say it
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Evil can never sail in triumph,
nor can it be dismasted
Dark symbiotic mariner
—in natures perfect storm
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm