Kurt Philip Behm

Lazy Susan Blues

Round and round,

went the memories of pain

 

As the joy slid off,

in an unending refrain

 

Round and round,

the promises spun

 

And one by one,

into lies they’ve become

 

Round and round

my heart was passed by

 

Your eyes looking distant,

mine alone left to cry

 

Round and round,

my life came and went

 

In blind revolution,

—more borrowed than lent

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)