Kurt Philip Behm

Fantasy Escapes (+3)

No clock can lay claim

 to the moment untimed

 

Though hands finely set

 still a mystery divine

 

Each tick plays a cadence

 to what is now past

 

But what of the future

 its measure uncast

 

We plot and record it

 hours, minutes, they chime

 

As all fantasy escapes

  —this delusion of time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

 

 

Ahead, Nothing More

 

Money and wealth

 used to accompany class

 

Now more often than not,

 it tends toward the crass

 

There used to be style

 that went along with good luck

 

Now nouveau riche dogma

 just passes the buck

 

The internet minions

 and rappers galore

 

Litter our vision

 as they buy out our stores

 

This newest gold standard

 obsesses with bling

 

Their knowledge in tatters

 they read not a thing

 

All intention is focused

 on numbers that climb

 

Like lasers, they pierce

 the mercurial dime

 

But time marches onward

 for rich and for poor

 

Looking back, a past wasted

  —ahead nothing more

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

 

 

 

 

Truth Is Near

 

Good feelings or bad…

  results the same

When a nerve is struck

  to start the game

 

The words can soften

  or strike with fear

Once through the surface

 —the truth is near

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

 

 

Now As Before

 

Are those dimensional theories a trap

 for what your mind will never understand

 

Does your spirit lay dormant and fallow

 an alien within its own land

 

Does the math and the science betray you

 with the numbers piled outside your door

 

Is the time sliced and diced infinitum

 —deliverance calling now as before

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)