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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 →
"A Whole Man" by Brian B. I just want a whole man to call my own Someone to hold me so I'll never feel alone Someone to cherish all my idiosyncrasies Someone to love me until I'm weak in the knees I just want a whole man to protect me from the night Someone... Continue Reading →
A Fatal Overdose of Nothing By B Bolding 3.16.16 I want a mystery man To hold me in the moonlight Get my rocks off Throw me into a pool of ecstasy And I want a fatal overdose A fatal overdose of nothing Don’t touch me, I don’t even care Don’t look at me, don’t... Continue Reading →
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 →
Fathers Day by Brian Bolding You raised us You raised us so well At the time I thought Living with you was living hell You raised us You taught us to be strong I kicked and I screamed And I hated it all along You raised us up You taught us to... Continue Reading →
'The Birds at Dawn' from May-June poetry book, "Maydays" Photo / Jim Winstead / Flickr Poem By Brian Bolding They dove away Fleeing the light of the city To some darker clouds overhead Where you can’t see The mischief and the agony The calling from far far away In another time, another world... Continue Reading →
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