Married to the sacred word
Committed to its ideal
Betrothed to sworn fidelity
Divorced from the unreal
My wedding duly prearranged
All children heaven sown
I copulate each solemn vowel
—and spread the verse unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Hawks Into Doves
Why do I like things
I can’t agree with
Why do I listen
when I don’t want to hear
Why am I attracted
to things that repel me
Why are my reasons
more muddled than clear
Why do I often
begin at the ending
Why do I hurt
the people I love
Why are my questions
confused by my answers
Why do my hawks
—always turn into doves
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
And Be Gone
You’ll know when its time…
you won’t fight it
or struggle,
you won’t lie to yourself
—or try to hang on
You’ll let everything go
as it’s time to unburden,
your mind and your spirit,
your heart
—and be gone
(Presbyterian Hospital: July, 2019)
Hopes & Wishes
No one knows anything…
it’s just hopes and wishes in the rain
(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)
Words Endeared
Over the years,
and all the times I’ve cried
Through all the tears,
remembering the lies
One thing was clear,
as truth laid claim again
Whose words endeared
—remain my only friends
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
The Deadest End
The finer you draw your measurements,
the further away you fall
Each number squared and time compared,
deafens out the call
Your techno-dialectic,
data piled upon itself
A trash heap at the deadest end
—where folly stacks unfelt
(Haverford Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: July 10th, 2019 09:23
- Category: Unclassified
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