You can wash off
your fingers
but never the print
You can polish
an apple
but the worm still within
You can take out
the trash
but the smell’s in the air
You can falsely
deny
— but the memory’s still there
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Goodnight Graham Greene
Playing footsie
with the past
my toes became
entangled
With every fawned
and misplaced
step
— my indecision walked
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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How true it is Kurt vestiges remain despite all denial. A crime scene unveiled and a liar exposed. Nicely done a fave
I enjoyed writing it. Thanks.
Most welcome my friend
Kurt, the image of polishing the apple while the worm remains inside is such a clean metaphor… surface versus truth. It echoes through the whole first poem. Then the second piece pivots inward, where the struggle becomes hesitation itself. The ending line seals it… “my indecision walked.” Really effective restraint here. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks again, so much.
Most welcome, Kurt!
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