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She carried me over on a wild gust Of dead brown leaves and desert dust She handed me off to higher powers And doused me in her dirty smelling rain showers The ebb and flow of who you are and what you know Seem to fade away As soon as tomorrow is... Continue Reading →
"Call Waiting" By Brian Bolding 8/6/19 // Dad, I tried to call you last night Did you hear the phone ring? I just wanted to hear your voice Were you listening? Dad, I was waiting for you To give me that phone call To tell me all about your latest great big fall...... Continue Reading →
There's an odd aura around him And his eyes are open but he can't see My Dad's not in there, I can't stop crying I feel his spirit wanting to be free Resonating, shining through He misses us already and he's preparing to leave, too. He's resonating still, here or there if you... Continue Reading →
Another Space for Someone New I know I need Another space for someone new But how can I Go on when I’m without you I know I need Another face or new hairdo But how can I Even get up out of bed Even get up out of bed When the world is spinning... Continue Reading →
When I'm happy and in a relationship, I always forget about how awful it was when I was single. It's happened from time to time in my life, sure. As a lover of words, I'm reposting this one, because I like how it flows and maybe it'll help somoene else out there who is single... 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 →
(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 →
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