12.01.22 “The Dripping Down” (Poetry, 2022)

“The Dripping Down” was written on November 30, 2022, from 8:30 p.m. to 8:38 p.m. This poem is from my personal poetry book for Oct-Dec 2022, “The Darkest Mile.” This is how i used to write. Just sit down, time myself, and go to town. No editing. Anyhow, here’s the latest ramblings from a very busy boy…


“The Dripping Down” by Brian Bolding


Dripping down

like a floundering little vanilla rock star

diving into the depths, way too far

not knowing how to swim

can’t lift my head


Dropping out

Because leaving is the best decision

I can lie myself into a 5 car collision

not knowing how to drive

oh man times like this I feel so alive


Been so busy

Head hung down to the floor

I don’t even recognize myself anymore

When I look in the mirror

Only jagged pieces shine


I’m dripping down

All this shit is mine


Withering away

It’s my loss, don’t worry

Everything will be really blurry

In about 20 years

I’ve got broken gears


Flailing still

in the dark turbulent aqua green wind

I won’t even try to pretend

We may not make it out alive

Time to grab something…


Hollowed out

Got nothing left to give, I need self care

Time to sink beneath bubbles & get completely unaware

Then suddenly pop out

Like a single fuzzy head in a Whack-a-Mole machine


Treading lightly

I think I’ll disappear again and become someone new

In my dreams, perhaps, just to get lost in the blue

Feeling a little hopeful

Things will work out, just breathe.


I’m dripping down

All this shit is mine.

I’m gonna make it fucking shine.


11.30.22 838 pm BB.

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