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 (
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Comments2
Very nicely written Kurt I really liked this one.
Thanks Soren. Happy Saturday.
You are most welcome Kurt and a wonderful day to you as well
Kurt, this captures that divided self with precision… two rooms, one choice, and the lie protected by distance. “The devil pays my rent” makes the struggle tangible, not symbolic. It’s restrained, raw, and painfully clear. Well done. Happy Saturday to you, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You really 'nailed' it Tristan. Exactly my intention.
Thanks again..
Yes! Rock on. Glad to know I was on. Most welcome, Kurt!
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