FROSTED TIPS by Brian Bolding
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(Written in real time / free flow writing, from 5:10-5:16 pm MT on 3.26.26)
Frosted tips
Green lime dips
Lusty on your lips
Hanging off those hips
A blip on the screen
Instant karma Jimmy Dean
ripped a hole in your golden sheen
Nobody knows what I mean
Galloping Violently
Disappearing Silently
It’s time to go no time to waste
hold my hand, let’s savor the taste
Frosted tips
Downstairs blips
When I see those nips
and we go down those dips
A blip on the radar
You know we won’t ever go far
They took my identity and my car
Time to go pawn the guitar
Insanity Grows
Nobody Really Knows
The heart inside these clothes
Something bigger than simple prose
I’ve got so much love to give
If only the universe would let me live
If only I had dug deep down inside
and dealt with the fact that the old me died.
3.26.26 Thu BB
Ballistik Coffee Boy. 
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