By Bogdan Dragos This morning too it jumped on his bed and cried and pounced on his face and licked his forehead Now he had a reason to wake up To feed the cat And he had a reason to take showers Because the cat didn’t like to lick a greasy face He had a […]
no matter how fragile the light, it still beats the darkness
A Man Doesn’t Need Much To Cling To Life
Written by Bogdan Dragos A lone ant crawled into his hair and went across his forehead to his eyelid He woke up Sand all around him and wood above But this was so far from hell Hell was a thing of the past now Now he had her by his […]
A Man Doesn’t Need Much To Cling To Life
Aren’t we all one head trauma away from him? by Bogdan Dragos
The soul must know something that the mind can’t comprehend That’s what they said when they watched him from afar He slept under the bridge at night During the day the poor fool sat by the river banks and threw stones into the water All day long With obsession And when he’d see no other stones he’d start crying Few things are more disturbing to the ear than the cries of an adult He had a family some years ago, they said Had a wife and kids And a job in the mine yonder Then a boulder fell on his head one day and along with his mind it took everything away from him
smiling back at the clouds
at least the clouds are smiling back they have faces and souls and they stare back from their blue canvas, down on his dirty, snot-smeared face It’s a warm sunny day but the bottom of the shallow, dry well is cold and full of critters Well, no problem. The sky is so pretty with all its smiling faces that he won’t even cry. He’ll stay there and look up. Still waiting for mother to return and pick him up Still waiting Smiling back at the clouds Still waiting
Daydreaming as a profession 