Deep in the forest
of a wanton tomorrow
two virgins sullied forth
One but a temptress
from loves inquisition
the other devil sourced
Together they exit
where fear is incepted
to course on different paths
One a diversion
distracting our vision
— the other Queen of Wrath
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
The Lights Of The O.R.
Dodging a bullet
the Pet Scan loomed large…
results both good and bad
"Nothing today
to panic about "
tomorrow left unclad
The moment secure
the future unsure…
prognosis under siege
The lights of the O.R.
calling his name
— with hope the last reprieve
(University Of Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
Great write
Thanks again, Tony
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