The Genie-us crawled silently out of the old clock,
and climbed up the bookshelves at night
The Genie-us then read from the pages forbidden,
feeling shame with a lusty delight
The Genie-us returned as the sun came up,
crawling inside the tall clock in the hall
The old pendulum again swinging, the chimes reset
—until darkness anew comes to call
(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
To Ken Kesey & Neal Cassady
If you’ve never been lost,
there’s no need to be found
As the self-disenfranchised,
circle around
They question and lecture,
and spew out their grief
To lure you within,
their false broken beliefs
“You really don’t get it, man,”
they sing from their bus
They say “You’re unhip”
and “You need to be us”
The chanting of llaughter,
they march to inane
Where a prank on themselves
—waits in drug induced shame
(Villanova, Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Fascinating!
I always seem to find something relatable or resonating in your poems...especially the ‘Dreamsleep’ ones!
~Laura~🌻
Thanks. As I'm sure you know, those are the one's that wake
me up from a sound sleep.
Kurt
Yes I do!
Is it one of your Muses — the relentless one— that wakes you up from your ‘sound sleep’?...and...
To that first stanza of the second poem I can only say: If you don't know where you are going, you cannot get lost!
Reminds me of 'Mathew Quigley' (Quigley Down Under) saying, "I don't know where we're going, but that's no reason to be late.
Good one!
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