Author Archives: Brendon Behlke

Samsquanch

Samuel Riley Behlke
is always there to help me
with a heart that’s exposed and raw
he fights his way out the worlds maw

In this strange and changing place
Samuel finds his own pace
focusing on the things he loves
and what he doesn’t, he’ll rise above

Because above all Samuel has tenacity
and a love for others in great capacity
he wants always to be part of a team
and to be held in great esteem

Which isn’t hard at all to do
because Sam is genuine, through and through.
His honesty will catch you off guard
while all subtlety he will discard.

We have shared some fascinating talks
and gone on some amazing walks
ever raged against each other as foes
but there are a few things I hope he knows

I love Samuel very much
and he may be my only son as such
but in that son I’ve gained a friend
a hero, a scholar and a mentorship that never ends.

Peeled Bark and Motor Oil

The rope is tethered but thread bare
    holding on to something while
        becoming nothing
      a sound is born
          in the mind
                                but…
   let’s not hear that for now,
 let it hide as it is wont to do.
                    listen…

You can hear the horizon thinning in the light.

Bob finds himself in a world for which he has no understanding (painting by David Lynch)

The curtains open on a stage
    familiar in its revelation
        dark clouds pulled down by sticks
     the day dwindling in the distance
        like an unkempt fire tired of all the burning
in a smoke damaged sunset.

          Dead faces stare back at you/nothing
             trapped in agony but free of it
       gifting the burden to another

           to Bob.

      Bob’s life is a thick hide- matted
          Bob is an arm with digits
                 in control
                    part of a clear purpose
              attached to a body of questions
                     used as answers
           and wearing the toll like a tattered flag

                 drowning.

             Bob is wanting.
         Bob is watching
                 While you are watching Bob
Both are trying to come away with loose change from the price of admission

                              Both are broke.

A Night Cap

The universe has brought this moment together
  as it has with every other
    shaped from the courage of stars
      and the tenacity of mutation
manifest as you, here, now.
   Four barbs of a flower
      buried deep within me
         and only digging deeper.
The pain I feel looks like bright colors
    smells like velvet and tree bark
        tastes like crisp ocean salt.
The pain is warm like love
     sharp like satire,
  brilliant like sunlight trapped in crystals.
The pain is knowing what a gift it is
      to have you here
in this moment
in time and space
    but know that you’re not.

The Art of Time Travel

Let us just assume they are entangled,
all the particles within your body
mirrored by another as yet obscured,
for definition will find them strangled.
This form is your new future embodied.
Such speed and distance bends space in contours,
the two forms become unaligned in time.
This is when to become the one copied
if you have lived long enough to endure
and let suicide be your final crime
and cure.