Kurt Philip Behm Poet Free verse

Stillborn

Raw 
Intelligence…
Like dry 
Cement
Sitting unmixed
Never used
To make 
Anything 
Real

Raw 
Intelligence…
A flashing
Neon light
To its own 
Potential
Bulbs
Burning out
One at a time

Raw
Intelligence…
Its shadows
Forever littered
Along a
Lost and 
Forgotten
Past tense
Alleyway

Raw
Intelligence…
Like shards of
Glass
In the maelstrom
Reflecting a story
Of what 
Might
Have been

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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