This poem was written by Brian Bolding in his poetry book for April-June 2021, “Out of the Dark.” Enjoy.
Hands reaching out
Through the cool midnight dirt
Reaching upwards, gasping for air
Ripping off my red shirt
Hands reaching out
Fading away, like tv snow
Reaching upwards, gasping for life
Putting on my fuzzy morning slippers
I’ve got to get my shit and go
Nobody knows
Where I disappear to
But I can guarantee you, it’s nowhere good
It’s just me by myself
On the side of the road somewhere
Listening to talk radio and taking pictures
Out in the open air
Nobody loves me more
Than me, can you see?
Nobody told me
You had to bend over
Just to have a good friend
No I won’t sell my soul
But it’s time to stop the pretend
I’ve got to socialize
And poke my head out of this moist soil
Time to wake up and say hello
I’m gonna be at a huge disadvantage tho
I’ve got to get up
Get out and say hi to people
Go places and do things
I’m almost 46, it’s time to spread
My wings, time to stand tall
Time to stand proud, time to
Scream my name out loud!
Ok maybe that’s a bit much
I have to admit, I’m a little out of touch.
4.8.21 912 pm thu bb.
(Picture was found randomly on the internet and edited very sloppily with Preview on a MacBook Pro running Mac OS Big Sur. You’re welcome.)
Ballistik Coffee Boy. 
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