Black Mold (+2)

Kurt Philip Behm

Intellectual larceny

the academic elite

Immune from indictment

inured and effete

They swing their false knowledge

like weapons to maim

The truth left in ashes

— their lies to inflame


(Septa R5: February, 2024)




Cyphers Brief


Complex thoughts

need simple words

The meaning foremost

verse to show


The mind expands

new seeds put down

Cross pollinated

left to grow


The soil fertile

just sun and rain

As fields once fallow

rise anew


The world awaits

each problem solved

In cyphers brief

— with letters few


(Rosemont College: January, 2024)




Cold Feet


You’ll never find out

where you might have gone

If you don’t leave

where you’ve been


You’ll never approach

who you might become

If you change

with every whim


You’ll never discover what’s

over the hill

With both feet stuck

in the sand


You’ll never discern the

right from the wrong


—your command


(The New Room: January, 2024)


  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 2nd, 2024 10:31
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