I haven’t written in months. Since June. Don’t know why. Oh. I do know why. Life got busy. Grad school kicked into high gear. My internship began. Still working my 40 every week at my job, on top of the 15 hours I dedicate to my grad school each week. The other day, I decided to write a new poem, in the style of all things Halloween, and a past littered with savage, dangerous and insane relationships. Ok, there were a few pleasant ones, but mostly, they were chaotic. This poem is about Halloween, and crazy relationships. (Thankfully, I don’t have this problem now as I am more or less a ‘functioning hermit! at 47.) Enjoy! This poem appears in my poetry book for October 2022, “The Wasted Angsty Monster Diaries, Volume One.”-BB
“The Monster Ran Afowl” by Brian Bolding
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With a short greedy snort
And a wildly wicket grunt
The monster ran afowl
His eyes fixed on the hunt
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Through sewers and swamps
And endless vistas and pristine mountaintops
The end of the world is nigh
And today I woke up feeling high in off color flip flops
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Waiting behind the dead street lamps
Sitting there in my universal space
Anytime, anyplace
Can’t wipe this smile off my face
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He’s waiting He’s breathing
He’s thinking He’s bored too
Husky and askew
He really wants to dine with you
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Perky and sweet
He’s gonna sweep you off your feet.
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Although this love is such a stinking disgrace
Can’t wipe this damn smile off my face.
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He can’t wait to dig his claws into me
and throw me into another illogical fit of ecstasy
He can’t wait to dig his claws into me
under fresh linen sheets where we collect our warm feets.
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Grinning closely, he’s probably drunk again.
This I know… I will never do this again.
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Can’t resist. Can’t say no. Can’t fogive. Can’t let go.
Can’t resist. Can’t say no. Can’t forgive. Can’t let go.
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Another broken face. Another shattered vase.
Another empty place. Another cold case.
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10.8.22 1241 am sat bb.
The picture is a digital artwork I created entitled, “Endless Shove.” (2018)
Ballistik Coffee Boy. 
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