Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Do they only get dressed
for those formal affairs

Are your words clothed in rags
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I rode the emotion like a horse
until the shoes fell off one by one

Leaving me silent and alone
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Until last night I had never been alone,
never bereft of sleep

Until last night I had never been afraid,
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Peasant bread to feed the masses,
millers stone between the classes

Grovel here and grovel there,
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Living along the ledges,
life is about the edges

The meaning sharpens and cuts
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When one man is cut
—every man starts to bleed

When one man is healed
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Training the enemy within,
universities soldier on

Unchecked and unaccountable
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Heaven leaks the truth
to writers who thirst

The drip of each word,
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I'm on my fourth lifeline,
how about you?

The first three pre-owned,
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Folding the past
inside the present

Rolling the future in layers
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