Kurt Philip Behm

The Price (+3)

Is blood,

the price of art

Is death,

the price of truth

A rose,

its thorn uncovered

And love,

—the price of youth

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

The Wolf Unleashed

I don’t have to slay the dark,

my verse, the wolf unleashed

I don’t have to court the devil,

my words a sword unsheathed

I can live beneath the sun,

with days both clear and bright

Or sleep beneath the crescent moon,

—my poetry to fight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Poetics

Poetry,

barbell of the written word

Resistance exercise

for the status-quo

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

I Charge Within

I put a saddle on the wind,

and rode it through the storm

The bridle placed, the buckle cinched,

the reins, my horse reborn

Inside each stirrup passion spurs,

the present now in hand

Behind whose mane I charge within,

—in search of who I am

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)