Kurt Philip Behm

To Pretend (+3)

Becoming irrelevant

  at last to yourself

 

The choices have narrowed

   the joy seldom felt

 

The present redundant

  what’s left in the end

 

The fodder of memory

  —and you to pretend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

 

 

The Line

 

Conduit of the human spirit

I forced hope into the cord

Draining the tears of

The lost and abandoned

Plugging into outlets

Of forgotten promise

Forcing their light

Onto the dark barren screen

Charging into what

I had charged over before

  —crossing the line

  —crossing the line

 

(Villanova Post Office: January, 2015)

 

 

Something For Emily

 

I understand the isolation,

   what others call being alone

 

I understand the silent moments,

   the inner freedom to roam

 

I understand the derision,

   and the label of being called strange

 

With each new dawn I most understand

  —the joy in not being the same

 

(Train To Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)

 

 

 

To Live & Die

 

To live as an artist,

   but die as a man

 

Dust forever chasing

  —what heaven began

 

(Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)