Kurt Philip Behm Poems

The Poet dilettante, pretty words,
—not much else

Your world falls apart, head buried,
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Asking life to meet half way,
you always lag behind

The focus on the things you lack,
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Reaching into the demon's mouth,
the search entraps and burns

With every click and byte we choose,
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Hopes and wishes step aside,
as new words cut in to dance

Painting the floor red
...

Defaulting on all past
and future sins

The weight of their debt,
...

The Muse in the tower,
whose debt you enthrone

Those jewels that you borrow,
...

How do you reclaim
thoughts that have gone

How do you say something
...

Bend that reed,
Stretch that chord,
Split that vowel,
—drive home the word
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Maybe I'll remember,
maybe you will too

Maybe once it mattered,
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