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

Is the self

“a mere bundle

of perceptions”

 

If Hume’s right,

are the rest of us

wrong

 

When stimuli exits,

do we then

disappear

 

Existence abeyant,  

too weak

—to live on

 

(Villanova University Library: April, 2021)

 

 

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Truth independent

of perception

A falling tree

 crashing unheard

Existing beyond  

what senses receive

Essence eternal

—by time undeterred

 

(Villanova University: 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