Kurt Philip Behm

One Last Drink (+3)

On a barstool

somewhere

in a lost America

with a stranger

who calls me friend

All options

dwindling

my fate in his hands

—and nearly at the end

 

(Choteau Montana: Ranger Jacks Bar, August 2004)

 

 

On My Sleeve

 

I know more things

than I can tell

 

The water deep

within my well

 

I wish for more

than hope can stand

 

Obeying Thee

—my heart commands

 

(From \'The Book Of Prayers\': August, 2020)

 

 

 

 

The Threshold

 

My door is made of solid bronze

but doesn’t have a lock

 

Patina’d with the stain of blood

from all the battles fought

 

It swings upon a rusted hinge

and creaks when open wide

 

To welcome back the future-past

the present safe inside

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: August, 2020)  

 

 

 

The Devil\'s Ear

 

Cheating death…

the myth we tell

—when life seems all the more

 

(Villanova University: August, 2020)