Author: Bogdan Dragos

Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.

What you get from fucking with a writer by Bogdan Dragos

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She was one pretty woman,

alright,

but her hands and fingers

and palms were horribly

messed up

“It’s from drinking,” they said,

and she

didn’t deny

It was from drinking

She would drink

distilled drinks only

and preach about the evils

of brewed drinks

while doing it

Then,

somewhere along the way

she would

remember

how her ex lover got rich

from writing and publishing a

book

about their relationship

It was one hell of a funny

story

and she got no

slice of the royalties from it

Not that she wanted any

What she wanted

was to

have that story erased from

the world forever,

and it was incredibly difficult since

everyone was talking about

it these days

So she would

lock herself in the house

and drink

and when she was done

she’d

hurl the bottles against

the walls

and then start collecting

the…

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the writer kept typing by Bogdan Dragos

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the old man wrote about miracles and wrote that it takes a miracle to know a miracle They found him dead over his writings on the day before Christmas and declared that he had been dead for weeks But of course that couldn't have been true His daughter was home but days ago and found him alive He smelled strongly of alcohol and sweat and rotting flesh, but he was moving just like any other living man Hunched over his small desk and typing on the keyboard dead men can't do that “Must've been a miracle then,” said the doctors. “According to the expertise, and the expertise is not wrong, this man has been dead for at least a week and a half.” But of course the doctors were men of science and men of science knew nothing about miracles The writer was alive. Even without a beating heart and…

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To lower one’s self to spending time with real people by Bogdan Dragos

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A blue-eyed woman who has blood dripping from her lips and a finger on her lips
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blazing scars

adorned her slim arms

and her shiny shoulders

and her small, round face

It could only mean

one thing

She had a horrible fight

with her imaginary friends

again

Whenever one of those

events occurred she

had to get away from them

for a while, until things

cooled off again

To get away from

imaginary friends

one had to lower one’s self

to spending time with

real people (Ew!)

It was

terrible

It was

a curse

“But I gotta do it,” she said. “I got

this empty bottle

of vodka

that I don’t remember emptying

and I’m gonna fucking swing it

against a wall

and I’m gonna go to the mall

and stick

the sharp end of it into

the guard’s belly. He’s gonna cry

like the bitch he is

and call for reinforcements

and then they’re gonna take me

to jail again.

I’ll…

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all you can do, dear mind by Bogdan Dragos

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he throws his weak body on the bed and breathes against the mattress and feels around with his hands in the vain hopes that maybe, maybe he'll be able to find another one of her lost hairs No luck Ah, isn't it amazing how much of a hopeless creature a human's mind is in this reality? The mind of man is the ultimate loser in all of existence It literally never wins against the heart Never! If the heart tells you to love the one being who wakes you up in the middle of the night with a vicious bite on the neck and demands that you listen to her story about how her fourth eye opened the last time you fucked and she saw God... The mind can do nothing about it. Oh, mind, you eternal loser Don't you ever get tired of losing? Even now as she is…

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And the blind guitarist will play on by Bogdan Dragos

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for hours and hours

he lies

down

but doesn’t sleep

“Can’t sleep when your

eyes aren’t

tired,” he says

but his eyes are

beyond tiredness. They’re dead.

Been fished out

quite expertly

a long time ago by a

very unfortunate, very unhappy

mother who couldn’t stand

looking into them

“Bitch should’ve gouged

her own then,” he says

these days, laughing and

making jokes about it

Not a lot of

people

find them funny though

but that’s all right

he’s not some standup comedian

No, he sits down

on the park bench

and plays the guitar

from noon to morning

for eager audiences of

dead children

who look up to him as a hero

Sometimes

real people

even throw coins at him

sometimes

even food

And all his songs

are about

cheering

and loving life

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

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Împrietenește-te cu singurătatea

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to outcrazy the crazies by Bogdan Dragos

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She ordered drinks, but would take them in plastic cups so she could enjoy them outside the bar on the steps “She thinks she's too good for us,” said the other girls. “Doesn't wanna drink with losers.” “She's just crazy,” said another girl. “Leave her be.” “That's her art and the thing she's best at,” said another girl. “This girl, oh, she can out-crazy all the crazies. I like her. Love her. It wasn't that long ago when she was approached outside in the darkness by some thug-looking dude who invited her into the back alley and she agreed. But, she removed her clothes right there on the steps. An' pulled a goddamned switchblade from between her legs. Told the guy that she doesn't take money. Tongue, ear, eye, or finger, she told him. Asked, which would you like me to carve out and tuck neatly in my lady pocket…

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Curing Writer’s Block by Bogdan Dragos

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as always

when he found himself

afflicted

with a bad case of

writer’s block

he’d cure it by taking

all the money in the

house and

going to the casino

He’d always play the

roulette

and always bet on

the number 17

If he won

his money would

multiply by 36

and if he lost

he lost it all

Of course

the chances being

36 to one

he mostly lost

but losing at the roulette

brought another win,

a cure from the writer’s block

It’s simple

Where there is regret and

self loathing

and grief

and misery

and depression

and madness

there is inspiration

These are the people

the muse visits

and after losing the money he

made by pawning his wedding ring

he knew she’ll visit him

tonight

Unlike his wife

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

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I know that I know nothing by Bogdan Dragos

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they scolded the old man and threatened to kick him out of the neighborhood “You're stinking up the place, old fool!” But he only rocked in his chair and poured another glass and raised it to them in salute and drank and smiled in spite of their frowns He lived in the city of 770 universities. The city of intellectuals, of the highest, most educated, most elevated minds the world had to offer To live here one must be either a grade A student or a published and acknowledged author or artist The authorities allowed this old man on account of being a poet but the citizens, with all their education and knowledge and diplomas would never understand that decision Professors of philosophy offered him as example to the students. “This over here,” they've said, “is the stereotype of the man who stops searching for truth on account of taking…

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The Earlier you Start by Bogdan Dragos

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“The earlier you start in

life,

the better you’ll get,” she said. “That

is, of course, if you

keep going. If you don’t give

up on your dream.”

“Wise words,” I said

She smirked at that. “You bet. So in your

case, you say you started writing

at twenty. That means you

can’t be that good

of a writer. There weren’t too many years

since then. You’re not even thirty

yet. You must really

suck at writing actually.”

I shrugged. “Probably. I don’t know.

I’m not sharing my work

with a lot of people. But what about you?

When did you start beating

at your craft?”

She let out a

very condescending whistle

as she looked up. “I started dancing

at nine,” she said. “Like, every

evening. My big brother would

call me to

his room and give me

candy bars and cans of coke if…

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