OLD BOYFRIENDS NOT ON FACEBOOK
by Bryan Borland
Once in a tempered moon
I type their names
but the searches return no results.
Only three of them
are missing. I look
on milk cartons and
vodka bottles, rouse
myself from muddled dreams
expecting a somber officer
of the military
to appear at my door.
The more they seem
to have vanished into thick air,
the more their legends grow,
the more mercy
I can offer them
for moving on when I haven’t,
not fully, these boys
whose desertion
leaves me in limbo.
© Bryan Borland
Yass, look on milk cartons!
Dig the new pic BTW
I figured you go more for the the vodka, Bindo. BTW, the last couple weeks, when you *were* missing? I saw your face on a cig carton.
is this a new series coming on
the image of limbo is so powerful.
i could see you pulling that image as the first image in another linked poem and keep that going and going and going!
Clever idea, Carty. You don’t always disgust me. That reminds me, I owe you an Amazon.com review.
I love everything about this poem. Even just the title triggered all sorts of reactions before I even read more. (Not that I go looking for old boyfriends on FB. I’m way too ZEN for that, baby.)
New pic = hot.
“New pic = hot.” It was all to impress you, darling.
This is great Bryan. I can identify really well with it.
Thanks Chance. Glad you visited the site!
look on the arkansas inmate website, lol
NO YOU DIDN’T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’ve got a poem I haven’t posted called “Mugshot.”
I didn’t think he was there anymore. Is he back?
That’s hysterical…I don’t think he has many teeth anymore.
OMG@these comments!
I think he and I might have been cozy once when his poster was pressed up tight next to mine on the abductors wall of shame a wallymart.
Well, there are things to be said for the toothless.
Interesting topic bryan for people of our generation and specially for gay guys, I do not know why but your fragment of people is the one that uses the net the most for sex-related contacts.
Regarding the 3 disappeared guys I thought that maybe they became woman, and changed their names, faces, sex, and ….. So you will never be able to track them down, only they are the ones who can get in touch with you. Hope you found interesting that thought.
Best regards Poet
This is a real interesting poem considering the first story I ever read that you wrote.