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The following poem was written on March 1, 2013 and appeared in my personal poetry book "Monsoony" (Sep 12-Mar 13) * * * * standing on a snowy hill looking over the universe or Albuquerque, if you will; and I'm feeling a little damaged but its suddenly okay because i remember its simply my... Continue Reading →
Today is the official 're-launching' of my website... my semi-permanent home on the Inkernet over the years.. more formally known as brianbolding.com ! This website has been in and out of my ownership over the years, and I just renewed it for 5 years, so I should be good for awhile again. *Insert canned laughter.*... Continue Reading →
Retro Poetry Intro: I wrote the following poem at the age of 15 for Poetry Book #6 - March 1991 - "Departure." At the time I was suffering with testicular cancer and was also coming to grips with my hidden, secret sexuality. I also hadn't been to regular school in a while and was missing... Continue Reading →
(This poem was originally written on October 3, 2001 and was published in the final Nov/Dec 2001 issue of my zine, 'Pop Art Trash') once again, life has got her ragged little claws in me. need I bother to ask for sym- pathy? I’m lost, rotten to the very base, I rest my case.... Continue Reading →
On days like this I find it helps so much To look out for the silver lining Sometimes it’s within touch Trying to turn a sad face Upside down isn’t always The easiest thing to do But ignorance pays Look for the keys To having a brand new day Look for the path That will... Continue Reading →
I’m a little pup Here for the taking Wrapped up in a bow in a basket I’m a sex animal in the making I’m salivating wildly Here on all fours Oh baby touch me once Touch me twice, I’m all yours I’m a little angel With horns so sharp and pure I used to have... Continue Reading →
Igloo City by Brian B. When I turn 50 I wanna be real nifty Write books about self pity And dwell in an igloo city. I wanna be real rich I wanna be real bitch I wanna help poor people And shit on the steeple. When I turn 85 Please make me... Continue Reading →
10:59 By Brian B. Looking over at the clock It’s 1159, it’s 1159 again Oh where did the time go Oh where has the day gone I wish I was smoking a big ass blunt Out on the front lawn Standing there chewing On tabacco and bacon Standing there sighing Realizing I’m completely butt... Continue Reading →
Failsafe by Brian B. Engines blaring Outside my window I just want to be Far away someplace you know I wanna be a nobody So I can’t get hurt again Or shot down and killed In broad daylight like other men Or stepped on and humiliated Like everyone in this town Let me be... Continue Reading →
More Coffee Cups and Loneliness by Brian B Slurp Slurp Take another swig Of the neverending coffee cup that overflows with random ideas I cannot hide. Shrug Shrug I don’t wanna be lonely But at my age and living in a small town means I’ll probably be alone for awhile. As I look to... Continue Reading →
Ballistik Coffee Boy. 