In two rooms
at opposite ends
of today
the devil pays my rent
Forcing me to
finally choose
but one
debauchery
— or repent
I partied in one
and wrote in the other
as
distance
protected
the lie
A dualist slave
in the paradox
of hell
a prodigal
— whose well had run dry
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Online) - Published: February 28th, 2026 11:08
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
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Comments1
Very nicely written Kurt I really liked this one.
Thanks Soren. Happy Saturday.
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