Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Dimension,
Stretching itself
Reaching the unknown
Feeling what can’t be felt
Unnumbered
Not counted or named
Para-atomic
Time abandoned...
Does verse reveal
the litter
That left strewn,
clogs up your mind
Does poetry
uncover
What the prose tries best
—to hide
(...
Too many choices,
not enough reasons
Too many memories,
not enough hope
Too many excuses,
begging forgiveness
Too much to launder
—...
Earbuds in and phone in hand,
millennial’s converse
Language distant, eyes unshared,
their lives on hold—obverse
(Villanova...
Tearing through the sky
of my intention
Flying toward the birth
of my choice
Begging the gods for one chance
to proclaim
Chasing the...