An Old-Man-Child
in an adult world
Alone in their gather
of cocktails and swirl
Again but an alien
as when he was eight
The steps to acceptance
he’s loathe to retrace
The pomp and the patter
falls deaf on his ears
Each slap on the back
reinforcing his fear
An Old-Man-Child
in an adult world
shunning their presents
—midst diamonds and pearls
(The New Room: June, 2023)
Time Lost
The smallest possible infinity
divorced from first and last
A black hole caught inside itself
—time lost in future’s past
(Villanova University: June, 2023)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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