I grew up
having never become an adult,
the years to now betray
My body infirm,
my vision impaired,
my hair has turned to gray
I grew old
while living within myself,
false promises to none
Retuning to boyhood
each night in my dreams,
my age still zero-sum
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Did you make the moment,
did the moment make you
Did you give truth a name
—time forever renewed
(Dreamsleep: March 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Transcending jazz,
folk and rock,
blues master’s stop and bow
Winwood standing
far above,
we ask not why—but how
(Watching The Master On AXS: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
To not appease the critics,
success within our grasp
The charlatans of written words,
venom of the asp
They bury deep inside their dens,
ordained iconoclasts
Passing judgment, casting blame
—on what they fear might last
(To T.R.’s ‘Man In The Arena’ March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Don’t make things lighter
by clipping your wings
The jet stream is calling,
truth in the wind
Drop the excuses,
there’re reasons to blame
You can’t kill the darkness
—banning the flame
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
The closer we get to yesterday,
the farther away I feel
The longer you stay within my reach,
the more distant I become
Memory lane a withering dream
from a time the past has claimed
Trading those things I used to want
—for what tomorrow brings
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
Disbursing our lives in a state of malaise,
scars become currency
—for debts still unpaid
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Judging you by what you wear
or by the car you drive
the words forever hollow
whose bees have left the hive
Taking stock while looking back
through scarlet colored glass
the vision false, the judgment worse
its memory to outlast
Forming all opinion
by what is wrapped or clad
deception in the present sense
the view less good than bad
Stepping back while looking in
my eyes take off their shield
to see much deeper than before
—my prejudice to yield
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Stimulus check…
blood diamond
from a failed November,
Payment
to a dark tomorrow,
Bribery
—for a future stole
(Dreamsleep November, 2020)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
The voice of my enemy,
the loudest of truths
With death as the arbiter
—to win or to lose
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
