The Flames Dance

Kurt Philip Behm

Saturated in writer fluid,

lost feelings self ignite

 

Inebriate of a time distilled,

drunk in the burning light

 

Memories aging 100 proof,

the flames all dance alone

 

Memories aging 100 proof,

—this fire now my home

 

(Plane To Las Vegas: January, 2018)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2018 01:32
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Comments2

  • FredPeyer

    As I have come to expect from you, Kurt, a beautifully written poem. And now I have it officially from an established writer that drinking and writing goes together perfectly. Was thinking of Charles Bukowski when writing this comment.

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    The wonderful thing about writing is you can become
    a metaphorical alcoholic!

    Mahalo Fred

    Kurt



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