Intelligence
a number …
never a word
The writer
a halfwit
till viscerally heard
Tomato
tomatto
the pudding unproved
Empirical
nonsense
— the spirit unmoved
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Abeyance
Without
your heart
open
emotion unspun
Without
the right feeling
the words
lie unsung
Without
the right words
the
verse to abate
The reader
in Limbo
awaiting
—his fate
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Nice work, you halfwit writer you! Very visceral and musical too. Do you have a name for this verse form you use so often? That final foot is always emphatic. Leaves a mark!
I really don’t have a name but you’re right about the emphasis on them being musical.
I’m a disenfranchised song writer.
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