SNUFF FLICK
by Bryan Borland
So my book designer died,
John, who consoled me
when my father died
by suggesting I watch
pornography. “God knew
what he was doing
when he gave us wanking,”
he said, and now he is gone,
leaving me to amateurs
halfheartedly creating art
on my computer screen,
naked as the day they were born.
© Bryan Borland
So sorry to hear about your book designer and friend…such losses cannot be measured in words…but your poem of rememberance relays a story of true respect for one another.
Thank you, friend. I hope he’d get a kick out of this poem.
A(nother) wonderful tribute, Bryan.
Thanks QL!
My condolences. I love the quote and his point of view. Another short and strong effort here.
Pearl
Thank you, Pearl. Short and strong. That’s me.
Hubby just heard me say “I came over to see what Bryan is up too and he has these (here is what he thought he heard) guys f’ing, and I said- f’ing good looking guys”!
I could use some good food porn- got some?
Totally threw me off, then him off, badee badee badee now I forgot what I was going to really say- f’d me up I say!
Sorry to hear about John…
E’z on the eyes, uh huh…
Haha the good looking guy is Levi Johnston. I figured my site might as well double as a shrine to him.
so sorry to hear this Bryan
but you certainly know how to do a tribute!
Thank you, JC! If something happens to me, I designate you to be my official tributeer. And you have to include IKEA in the poem.
another great tribute Bryan. hope all is well.
this is a short and powerful tribute Bryan
Thanks D. I think he would have liked it.
I’m so sorry. AmL told me last week. A great poem, the kind you wish you never had to read, or write.
Our lives and friendships and loves develop like trees, gradually, imperceptibly, growth rings added with the years, but our losses are sudden, like great limbs crashing in a storm.