Reckless
when imbibing
He lost his right
to drive
For those infractions
time proscribed
A Poets
D.U.I.
He far
exceeded limits
His influences
blamed
Now doomed to ride
as passenger
In literary
— shame
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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I love this one Kurt the metaphor applies so well. I have often wondered with the liquor of time and age if my license as a poet has been revoked or soon will be. A fave
"Liquor Of Time" ... LOVE IT.
Right, blow into this bag.
I'm sorry sir, your licence to write has been revoked, step away from the computer, and I'll read you your rights.
Okay, that's a year in jail, but due to overcrowding we're setting you free, but we're keeping your pen.
Great analysis. A nightmare proposition.
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