Kurt Philip Behm Poet Ballad

Zero Funds To Withdraw

Just a broken poet,
  at an ATM

His stomach cries out,
  words hunger within

The nights are the longest,
  cold darkens and chills

Fresh words on account,
  new credit instills

Pushing buttons while bent,
 … with hope standing tall

An answer comes back,
  ‘Zero Funds To Withdraw’

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Phillip Garcia July 5, 2016 at 4:25 PM You're on a roll today. I can relate (so can my poor mother who just had to pay for my red bull) Kurt Philip Behm July 5, 2016 at 4:45 PM Thank God for our Mothers. :)