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 →
6.19.17 City Sleeps & Sidewalk Sweeps (Poem)
City Sleeps & Sidewalk Sweeps By Brian Bolding As the night comes to a close A lone black man reads his prose Standing on a stage in an empty bar Singing to the passing of a car The whistling winds skirt past The daylight never lasts A couple fights 14 stories up A drunk... Continue Reading →