Hollow Drums Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Hollow Drums



Disco burnout,
fever rampant erosion

Empty glances,
mirrored hollow drums

Bleeding, starving,
passive alertness

Madeup, putdown
—treadmill run

(Woodlands Hotel: Wilkes Barre- January,1980)

Sunday, November 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: emptiness
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