Kurt Philip Behm

Back Turned (+2)

Refusing to ever

say hello

 

The coward says

—goodbye

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

 

 

Bemused

 

Rat-a-tat, Rat-a tat-tat,

the mice crawl through the walls

 

You hear them best when lights are low,

the cat still yet to call

 

Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat,

straight up and overhead

 

The world they know—the world you know,

conjoined but never bred

 

Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat,

your solitude a ruse

 

What lies inside beyond plain sight

—a kinship to bemuse

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

 

 

The World Rose

 

The world sneezed,

the demon danced

—the music stopped in time

 

The world coughed,

the demon choked

—millions now entwined

 

The world hid,

the demon searched

—new victims running low

 

The world rose,

the demon dead

—nowhere left to go

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)