Kurt Philip Behm Poems

What is the age of reality
how many birthdays is that

Peaked hats and streamers wrapping the truth
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Memory has substance
for those athirst
a book never finished
whose pages reverse
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In darkness
we protect the light

In blindness
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Numbers have a lasting smell
while figures have a taste
Shapes can make an ancient sound
whose feelings stay untraced
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What are we but relics
of time gone by

Where painful encounters
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If some is good
more is better
Less is threatened
all enslaved
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When the assassins hunt the assassins
—all hell is enshrined

(Rewatching Apocalypse Now: January,2023)
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The most lucid among us
admonish the period
A comma best chosen
inserted in time
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Double parked
in a no-comment zone
A writer sat quiet
unheard and alone
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The words taste like music
from worlds long ago
Each letter resavored
in harmonies old
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