Kurt Philip Behm

Distant Wind (+1)

 

I knew it long before the end

my affairs to order fast

The days once promised now recalled

my future is my past

 

Each day times ten the countdown on

as memory wanders back

Tomorrow once was like the stars

 that time would not attack

 

Into this funk I drift away

each phrase might be my last

The river calling out to me

the falls my soul’s repast

 

With T’s all crossed and dotted I’s

I hear the trumpet blow

and carried on a distant wind

—into the fates I go

 

(The New Room: May, 2022)

 

 

Unclaimed

 

Ten siblings

though an only child

Divorced fraternal

 bastardis wild

 

Ten reminders

of what I’m not

Isolated

 dropped not caught

 

Ten siblings

that share my name

Whose backs have turned

with eyes that blame

 

Regret incessant

to live outside

This name a prison

—wherein I hide

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)