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Sorry for the long time between updates. Not that anyone is clutching to the edge of their computer screen just waiting, but for me, it's good for my soul to get things out and communicate, even if it is mostly just for me. To the one or two of you who stumble upon my blog,... Continue Reading →
Retro Poetry Intro: This poem appeared fourteen years ago in my personal poetry book #72, "1920's Love Songs (Or, Fuck It Sweetie)" Jan-Apr 2004. Obviously, I was a little tired of dating the same pieces of crap that I had come across in the 11 years I had dated prior to this. Enjoy! FIX-A-FLAT BOYFRIEND.... Continue Reading →
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. Â 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. Â 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 →
Ballistik Coffee Boy. 