The way they come to me
the way that they’re heard
And written in haste
whether rich or absurd
Each vowel from the anthem
of consonant rhymes
Pronouncing arrhythmic
with hopes to define
Religiously deigning
the blood from my pen
New veins on the parchment
—alive from within
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
When The Music's Over
Never able to break on through
caught in the time capsule
of yesterday’s tomorrow
he wandered alone …
Searching the darkened streets
of Santa Monica
hearing the music—chasing the words
dancing as demons followed behind
Channeling ancient voices
trapped outside a future closed
to his irreverent questioning
—lost within the storm
(To JDM: August, 2023)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Deigning new veins, great and consistent metaphorical theme that drew for us the picture of REAL as the RED INK in the pen!
Nice write Good Read
Much appreciated, Bobby.
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