Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Not like her,
And
Not like him,
And
...

The warts are ugly
the wrinkles deep

The flesh now sagging
...

Are you the hero of your own
dime novel

Are you the toy at the bottom
...

His funeral
unattended

His pallbearers
...

A strange thing happens
once you're as old as your heroes

The mystery less enchanting
...

The night a gift
though minus sleep

With dreams adrift
...

The night in riches
my vault again full

The words overflowing
...

Up or down
forward or back

Polarity ends
...

Being my number one fan,
I never waited for applause

Living within my own code
...