he’s all over the place by Bogdan Dragos

Something wasn’t right
about him

I mean,
the guy was way too rich
and privileged
to have missing teeth

yet his mouth
opened like some rusty dungeon
gate

Every time they tried
to fix his teeth
he’d break them again

intentionally

with the claw of
a hammer
or with a rock when a hammer
wasn’t available

What a lad

He kept all those
rotten vegetables and fruits
and meats under his bed
and in drawers
just to feel the smell of
death
about him

Death was everything
to him

His god

His world

So it’s small wonder that
he eventually
met his idol
or rather
gave himself to it

at age 22
he weighed no more
than a 12 year old
but had the wisdom of
a 62 year old who’d made it
in life

and that’s apparently where
the problem lies

when the mind knows too
much about too many things
it grows interested only
in the supreme thing

Death

and eventually the
body follows

“Dying in a dream is
always followed by
waking up,” he used to say. “For the
mind doesn’t know
what to render in the dream
afterwards and crashes. The dream
ends. Whether it’s a dream or
a nightmare.
Death is the way out.”

He got out, alright.

First out the window
and then

as his body hit the pavement
below

out of this dream

In this moment
he is all over the place

in my writings
first
and in the reader’s mind
second

But it should be fine
since I did not
share his name, right?

Many thanks to LatinosUSA —English edition for featuring my poem, "he’s all over the place"!

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Thank you!