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)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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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.
The wonderful thing about writing is you can become
a metaphorical alcoholic!
Mahalo Fred
Kurt
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