Kurt Philip Behm

In Search Of The Cream (+2)

Is someone profiting on your wishes and dreams,

renaming your parade

 

Like a thief in the night they steal every wish,

their own life at best a charade

 

Is someone else cashing the check you just wrote,

to pay for their larcenous schemes

 

Has your good name been kidnapped, indentured, enslaved

—as you curdle in search of the cream

 

(Rosemont College Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

 

 

Blankets Of Doubt

 

Ovarian, Breast, Pancreatic, or Lung…

there’s a look that is shared the same

 

And staring straight into the eyes of time,

all promises gone and reclaimed

 

Each moment borrowed and leased from your fear,

 the walls crashing one by one

 

Tonight no longer a sleep guaranteed

—under blankets of doubt unsung

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

 

 

 

Surrendering To The Muse

 

Putting up the white flag,

laying down my gun

 

Turning my back on fantasy,

projects left undone

 

Unlike other enemies,

she’s neither front nor back

 

But lives where only she can go,

where color turns to black

 

Her voice becomes a mimic,

ventriloquist of my soul

 

As words come uninvited,

their letters rhyming whole

 

Resistance now is futile,

my nights pass sleep deprived

 

Mercy vacant, her voice my own

—all victory denied

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)