Here is a recent poem from my personal poetry book for Oct-Dec 2021 entitled ‘Earthly Delights in a Closed Type Universe,’ all about dreams, life during Covid, remembering the past and dealing with residual demons. All of this, while I continue my voyage through the third year of grad school. This one’s called “Double 8’s,” and it’s all about a friend/roommate of mine from about 27-28 years ago, when I got my first apartment when I was 18. His name was Troy, I’ve written about him a whole lot, because he had a huge impact on me at a very fragile time… me finding my way in the world, fighting with darkness, trying to find the light of things and survive. *BB
“Double 8s” by Brian Bolding
His floppy blonde hair
Hanging down over his eyes
That dimple could kill a man
And so could his endless lies
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Couldn’t take my sight
Off his mesmerizing gaze
Even when he hit me
I continued to sing his praise
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Something about him
Wearing baggy jeans and sociopathic traits
Looking at me like a loser in the pool hall
Laughing wildly wearing his shirt with Double 8s
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He screwed my friends in front of me
And stole my last stash of weed
He was the greatest friend ever
Until he made my heart bleed.
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He disappeared one day
Down a hot sizzling Arlington summer street
Never saw him again, not a trace
All that remained were the size 8 Vans from his smelly feet.
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10.28.21 1118 pm for troy bb.
Drawing is entitled “Double 8’s” and was done by myself in Paint 3-D on 11/6/21 at 11:00 p.m. -BB
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