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)
Poetics
Turning images
into words
Feelings
into fact
(and)
Passion
— into love
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Then Burn ...
If you’re not willing to fight the fire
— you’re entitled to the flames
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
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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 I have often wondered with the liquor of time and age if my license as a poet has been revoked or soon will be.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I'm sorry sir, your licence to write has been revoked, step away from the computer, and I'll read you your rights.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.
This one made me grin: turning a DUI into a “Poet’s D.U.I.” is such a sharp little twist. I like how it pokes fun at the idea of being drunk on words, overdoing it, and then having to sit in the back seat of your own craft. It’s playful but also a sly reminder that even creativity has its limits. 🙏🕊️
Great take, thanks.
Kurt, these three pieces together burn with wit and precision…each one a spark of rebellion against mediocrity. Sharp, layered, and unapologetic. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
That's more than I could have hoped for, thanks TR.
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