What Goes Around... Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

What Goes Around...

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Clapton's first three chords,
his last three chords,
my words have done the same

Verses once muddled,
distant and skewed,
now thunder down like rain

The syllables left
are short and pointed,
their edges razor sharp

To cut the remaining
clinging vines
—setting fire to the dark

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2020)

Tuesday, February 18, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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