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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