Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

The Devil's Edge

Guarding
our bitters
Each wrong
we have suffered
Enshrined
in our memory
Alive
in our souls

Forgiveness
a myth
The weak
will hold onto
Revenge
all the sweeter
Served hot
— and not cold

(Dreamsleep: June, 2026) O/L 5-24-2026

Like Masks

Forget
being clever
abandon
the word

Being cute
more offensive
its pander
absurd

They serve
as a mask
that we cower 
behind

To proffer
deception
we harbor
— inside

(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)

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