You’ll never find out who you are
among those things you lack
You’ll never find a greater mask
than a mirror looking back
You’ll never find the answer to,
as questions pass you by
You’ll never catch that rising star
—until you learn to fly
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Living every word he wrote
—making all the difference
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Given to wonder,
more perfect to know
Muse’s awaiting
—enlightenment flows
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Writing in obscurity,
musings unrestrained
Words to live both free and clear
—nothing to repay
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Living after love departs
—life after death
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
The issue…
only fate to know
—and only time to heal
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
The fuse was lit
on the ending of my trauma
Awaiting combustion
—joy in the wind
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
It’s the same form of difference,
each place that I go
Hotel chains and Walmart,
McDonalds that grow
The downtown’s breed stepfords,
banks, dollar stores throng
Identities corporate
—our history bygone
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Over parenting…
the child undone
A cardinal sin
—lost millennium
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
If a poem doesn’t live up
to its title
The moment is reclaimed
by time
Its chance to anoint
when read disappoints
A bell
—unable to chime
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
