When The Lights Go Down (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

In their formative

moments

artists live alone

Sharing themselves

only when

the pain has dulled

 

In corners

of dark musings  

their spirit’s hide

Calling out  

whenever the lights go down

— and the rush is gone

 

(The New Room: May, 2025)

 

 

Orphans In The Bastille

 

All the pure thinkers

are slave to the Poet

Their theories self-serving

whose quotients divide

 

With ‘facts’ that convict them

to prisons constructed

From every transcendence

— their numbers can’t hide

 

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025)

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Comments3

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thanks Missy.

  • sorenbarrett

    Loved this one Kurt it felt so true.

  • arqios

    "when the rush is gone [done] their numbers can't hide" [ride] 🙏🏻🕊️

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks for reading.

      • arqios

        Welcome Kurt🙏🏻🕊️



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