Fame
becomes your temptress
When hope
becomes a shadow
Greed
becomes your partner
When Plutus
blocks the sun
Darkness
that infatuates
Darkness
shrouding memory
Darkness
that incarcerates
Darkness
— ill begun
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
The Great Divide
We choose to live
in different countries
Fortune
gives but one
Divided
at its very core
Two parties
zero-sum
The canyon widens
beyond our reach
Where each side
stands alone
The best of what
we all could be
In hopes and dreams
— below
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Ain't That The Blues
She’s familiar …
ain’t that the blues
Sleeping beside her
I always knew
Chipped beef on Monday
Thursday cold stew
Dishes piled high
paycheck gone through
She’s familiar …
ain’t that the blues
Home from work early
today around noon
Mattress was creaking
my pistol I drew
Two shots in my brother
— four more in the flooze
(Chicago Illinois: With Clinton Mace at Cabrini Green – July, 1985)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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These two are deeper that normal and yet with a bit of time and thought hold a treasure of truth. Lovely Kurt
And I thank you.
Most welcome Kurt
Friend, this triptych reads like America’s unholy trinity...fame, division, and despair. Each poem a different verse of the same lament: the soul undone by what it worships. Brilliantly bleak, and honest. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you kindly.
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