Kurt Philip Behm Poems

We're lucky to have survived each other,
in the aftermath of love

Those promises made as leaves they fell,
...

My leaves fall distant from her tree
and flee along the ground

Stripping bare a summer tryst
...

My mind often visits
those places you fear

My soul, my protectress,
...

From life's final dissertation,
logic must be barred

A blueprint of our limitations,
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Thought is meant to provide escape
from what causes it to be

The soul released in contradiction
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I don't have to slay the dark,
my verse, the wolf unleashed

I don't have to court the devil,
...

My fervent wish to die alone,
beyond the maddening crowd

My last thoughts then to be my own,
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Sculpting with his words,
the verse carved through the silence,
—until screaming loud
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Where would the leaf be
without the branch

The cowboy drifting
...