Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

His Palette Retorts

Sebastian
couldn’t live
without saving
the walls
His paint
covering over
dire messages
 scrawled

All passersby  
witnessed 
each canvas
restored
Reframing
dark alleys
with hope
evermore

Sebastian
a warrior
of brush
and stroke fame
Graffiti
a pockmark
his quest
to disclaim

Alone
in his wander
where shadows
hold court
Each wall of new
slander
his palette 
— retorts   

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

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