Kurt Philip Behm

Traitorous Fortune (+1)

Unlocking the vault

invested with pain

 

Its riches long stolen

all value is stained

 

Each bill tells a story

of wantonness greed

 

With truth sold for dollars

whose printing now bleeds

 

Locked up in a winter

of coldness and fear

 

A traitorous fortune

of all you hold dear

 

Its smell tells a story

the mold growing thick

 

Corruption inherent

the air makes you sick

 

Bereft you can’t spend

what you coveted so

 

Before the interment

when sinking so low

 

The cash becomes toxic 

 it falls from your hands

 

Its value infected

—insolvent and damned

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

 

 

Chasing Perdition

 

 

The White Whale

Atlantis

or Holy Grail

 

Avarice and greed

destruction

prevails

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)