Kurt Philip Behm

Buck Fever (+1)

Lightly armed and uncommitted

—the question always turns to why


(Martha Brown’s Woods: January, 2021)



Fait Accompli


Everyone hates me eventually,

so why don’t you do it now


Saving us time, uncoupling the rhyme

—your anger my presence endows


(Martin’s Dam: January, 2021)



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