Kurt Philip Behm

Symphonic Triage

Blood upon the keyboards

harmonicas in flight

Chasing notes across the score

horns that greet the night

 

Eighty eight’s to hemorrhage

reeds that bend and break

Music dying then reborn

—trumpeting our fate

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)

 

 

Burning Out

 

Some of us were meant to age

of those I am not one

To grace a rocker on the porch

death by zero-sum

 

When youth is gone my will retreats

the candle at its wick

As dreams abate, the moment late

—flowers all but picked

 

(Dreamsleep August, 2022)