Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Saturday Trio

Crossing The Line


Time
is a circle
Unbroken
ordained

Inside
or out
Your destiny
— claimed

***

When The Music’s Over

Faithful
to his demons
Jim walked the Rues
 
Paris
alluring
deception its truth

Consumed
by a fantasy
where darkness can hide

Alone
in the travesty
the drugs — and the lies

***

One Chance

Time waits
for no one
holding their breath

Hearts beat 
in sequence
numbered till death

One chance
is given
no seconds or thirds

Fate
the addiction
— shaken not stirred

(Dreamsleep: May, 2026)

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