As natural and necessary
as breathing
—I write
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
The Mirror
You hate in your enemy
—what you most love in yourself
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Death On The Fringe
The older I get,
the louder the Muse does parade
The shorter the moment,
the deeper her message invades
The older I get,
distant voices wither and fade
With death on the fringe
—all focus recentered and staged
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
$$$$$
Money…
an ungrateful heir
Disowning all memory
—with your ashes still warm
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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