Kurt Philip Behm

The Devil Laughs (+2)

An arrow from the darkness…

rejection finds its mark

 

The sharpened edge of jealousy,

its point straight through the heart

 

The bow retracts in shamefulness,

its string left slack and loose

 

One shot was made, a cursed fate

—the devil laughs anew

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

 

Engulfed

 

All pretenders drowning slow,

lungs to fill with every breath

 

Casted off amongst the waves,

nothing spoken to redress

 

Treading water, spewing lies,

legs to flail in wasted states

 

Choking from each word unsaid

—trailing death within my wake

 

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

Tenets Of Honor

 

Verbal contracts…

  commerce of indemnity

 

Trading intention

—marketplace sublime

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)