Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Reaching For Xanadu

Skeletons rule the attic,
 rooks have left the board
emptiness I can’t explain,
darkness untoward 

Lapses in my memory,
lyrics left unsung
chasing all those things I’m not,
orphan on the run

Monday turns to Thursday,
Tuesday, Wednesday lost
time on fire, burning fast,
sanity the cost

One last chance for freedom,
pathway to the cliff
to jump into my deepest fear
—or sink in this abyss

(The New Room: February, 2022)

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Jeff Kyser March 11, 2022 at 8:20 AM well done; having recently retired, I identify with the Monday turns to Thursday line. Where did the time go? Kurt Philip Behm March 11, 2022 at 8:16 PM Thanks Jeff, time is very, very elusive. Kurt