Only Words Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

I'm covered in dirt,
but my words are still clean

A vision half dried
with stains running deep

With sinners and saints
arm in arm at the bar

Each infection we share
tonight's hookup and score

Meaningless excuses
all scandal affirmed

My bed made with sheets
from a brothel once scorned

As I lie in the shadows
with my soul partly damp

My words are set free
—to the heavens restamped

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)