FAG/HAG SERIES: FREUDIAN TONGUE
by Bryan Borland
Lately she’s been misspeaking,
mother instead of matter,
milk instead of tea.
Yesterday she admitted
to having a new fetus
instead of the fetish she intended,
which is a ravenous interest
in twenty four year olds.
When gay men come out
later in life,
they often experience
a second adolescence,
as they never had a first.
It’s the same, really, for her.
She buys sexy lingerie,
shakes out her luminous hair
and prowls,
thirty-one divided by two
is the new fifteen and a half.
The cougar by moon,
in sparsely furnished apartments
or short drives to different zip codes,
is by day, by Freud,
calling to invite me to a pregnancy
instead of a picnic.
She just laughs at her oral
slips and fucks.
Her biological clock is ticking
like the girl’s got Tourette’s.
© Bryan Borland
Hahahahahaha..
Yass, the now infamous….Luminous hair!!
Great piece Brother..I mean really, as you always say,
“My new fave” Of course, the subject matter is for you glorious due to her ceaseless originality.
I feel as though I’ve just been given a lifetime achievement award. Thank you! Love the links.
Had to change the last line! I realized I was missing an opportunity to avoid the cliche’ of a biological clock when I could twist it a bit to reference the ticking of Tourette’s Syndrome.
So very funny.
What an honor it must be to be the subject of not only a poem, but a series of poems like this.
I’d have been sort of terrified, and then terribly excited.
I love the links, especially the last double entendre. They add an interactive element.
And why shouldn’t my biological clock that Bryan hears so distinctively be interactive for everyone??
loved this and using tourette’s to avoid the power of cliche was a winner
you guys are ON FIRE
This is a good piece. If you don’t mind, makes me think of a Freud joke…because the other night I made a Freudian slip. I wanted to ask my mother, “Could you please pass the salt?” But instead I said, “You bitch! You ruined my life!”
Love it! Thanks for the comment!
OH MAN Bryan, and my partner thinks I am leaving them for another chef…no no no, maybe a poet is more like it. I already cook all over the place…
Your words are my new drug of choice…the IV is waiting…