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
Couldn’t take my sight
Off his mesmerizing gaze
Even when he hit me
I continued to sing his praise
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
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.
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.
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