DR Bogdan

Daydream

and then, maybe, write about it

  • guess we’re both crazy after all

    29 May 2020 by

    “It’s not that it was the worst
    but it was very bad,” the old
    man said.
    “I wasn’t hanging but the noose
    was so thick around my frail neck.
    I was nine. And the
    forest was
    dark.
    Night.
    And holding me, they made my
    old man dig a deep hole.
    He did as they said
    to buy my freedom.
    They untied me then and
    put the rope around my old man’s
    arms and legs
    and threw him in the hole
    and covered him up with dirt.
    They didn’t make me watch.
    But I did.
    I wanted to photograph their
    faces with my eyes
    to burn their smirks under my eyelids.
    Well, the saddest thing about it all is
    that they died, all of them were
    caught and condemned to death
    before I was old enough or strong
    enough to hunt down and
    kill them myself.
    The greatest regret of my life.
    The world, you see, has no true justice
    It never had.
    You see, young man, that’s why I
    can never be a child of God.
    He wants us all to forgive.
    I can’t.
    Don’t want.
    Will not.
    Ever.
    So instead of going to church
    I pass out in bars like this one.
    It’s been my favorite lately
    And you’re my only friend, young man.
    You’re the only one weird enough to
    listen to this old, demented fool’s stories.”

    “I’ll always listen,”
    I said.
    “Here, how about another drink?”

    “Another drink, sure. Thanks.
    But I’m afraid you won’t be
    listening to these stories for long.
    I’m going away, young man.”

    “Where?”

    “Well, to court first
    and then
    definitely
    to prison.”

    “To prison at your age?
    What did you do?”

    The old man smiled a toothless
    smile. “Old as I am, I used to have
    front teeth, you know? Well, the
    reason I no longer have them…
    I bit a child’s ear off.
    It was his face.
    It reminded me of them. Belonged to the
    same race. So I figured… you know,
    maybe he was one of their descendants.
    It was the least I could do. All
    I could do…
    I told you I’m crazy. I told
    everyone.”

    “Yep, but I’m listening. I’m a
    writer…”

    “Really?”

    “No, but I try to be. Want to.”

    “Heh, guess we’re both crazy
    after all. Cheers.”

  • raccoon

    27 May 2020 by

    always cold in the north

    perhaps coming here
    was a
    mistake after all
    It’s not so much the weather as
    it is the ever gray sky

    It favors depression

    Lack of sunlight
    lack of vitamin D

    He walked his dog around the
    block
    and counted zero smiles
    out of sixty-three faces seen
    and passed by

    The block was no fun
    so he followed the dog into the
    back alleys. It
    picked up on
    some
    smell

    and the smell grew potent enough
    that even he
    was beginning to feel it

    Not pleasant

    He expected a dumpster

    But found two dumpsters
    and a homeless
    old man huddled between
    them
    Ragged to threads
    holding a dead raccoon on his lap
    eating from its flesh

    raw
    and bloody

    Aw shit, he whispered.
    Maybe this place
    ain’t so bad
    after all

  • Santa Flea

    25 May 2020 by

    I was walking home from work
    and it started to rain
    big, fat drops

    I had no umbrella

    I ran for a couple of blocks and decided this
    won’t do
    I found shelter
    under the awning of some abandoned flower shop

    There were bushes and greenery
    and weeds all about it
    and in the bushes there was a homeless guy
    taking a crap

    We made eye contact

    He said hi

    “Hello,” I said

    “Would you happen to have some
    paper in there?” he asked
    pointing at my backpack

    I use my backpack to carry my food

    He probably thought I was returning from
    school or something
    and would have some books
    or notebooks or something like that

    I maintained eye contact
    took off my backpack
    looked inside
    There was a Tupperware casserole in which I had
    fried chicken
    The only paper I had was an A4 copy of
    the contract that stated
    I got a raise to my salary

    I took it out
    and held it to him

    He grabbed it
    Smiled
    “My god, thank you so much. You’re
    a good lad, really. Say, wouldn’t you be interested
    in a job by some chance? Part-time.”

    “Where?” I said

    “Why, at this here flower shop,” he said. “I plan to
    reopen in a month’s time. Got a new supplier an’ all
    that. I’ll make it worth it.”

    I thought about it for the time
    it took him to wipe his ass
    with my contract

    “Nah,” I said. “I’ve already got a job. Sorry.”

    “Oh well, should you ever change your mind,
    come here and ask for Santa Flea, okay? That’ll be
    me by the way.”

    “All right,” I said

    When I got home I asked my girlfriend
    if she was ready to go out

    “To celebrate my raise,” I said

    “Oh damn,” she said. “How much?”

    “Just a shitty sum,” I said

  • Bogdan Dragos

    23 May 2020 by

    Originally posted on Horror Sleaze Trash:
    Failing Forward in high school he repeatedly told her that he was saving himself for marriage and eventually she left him alone but after graduation she approached him yet again and this time he told her that he was focusing on his career as a writer they both had their dreams and they…

  • sometimes I think I’m just too good for you

    20 May 2020 by

    He jumped off the building and
    the metallic wings carried
    him high
    towards the clouds
    where others like him swam in absolute
    bliss

    but then something
    hit his head
    and
    he woke up

    turned around in bed
    and realized there
    was blood trickling from
    his eyebrow

    The girl besides him was
    holding a
    stapler in her hands
    and her eyes were watching
    him with hate

    “What the fuck!?” he shouted

    “Keep it down,” she said. “Ah, you’ve
    got some nerve to
    play victim here, boy.”

    “What?”

    “Oh, I tell you what. I was talking to
    you and for a reply
    you turned your back
    to me and closed your eyes and
    fell asleep. Like, what the fuck? So
    I figured if you
    can’t keep your eyelids away
    from your eyes I’ll give
    you a hand. Ah, sometimes I think I’m just
    too good for you, boy.”

    He put his head on
    the pillow and breathed heavily
    “Yeah,” he said. “Me too.”

  • I never miss

    17 May 2020 by

    “Relax,” she told him. “I never
    miss.”

    She found his vein from
    the first try
    and shot him
    And the stuff was so good that
    he died

    overdose

    She watched him from above
    Watched the tears in
    his eyes
    and the froth bubbling around
    his mouth

    “I told you my daughter was
    off limits, fucker. I told you. And I
    told you I never miss, didn’t I?”

  • open casket funeral

    15 May 2020 by

    what would be the reason
    to have an open casket funeral?

    Why should the living
    see the dead?

    He addressed the questions to no one
    in particular
    but his dead wife answered from the
    picture on the wall
    “Don’t you wanna see me, darling?”

    “Not like that, I don’t,” he said. “That’s
    why I have your portrait. So I don’t
    have to look at your
    dead body in the casket. But your
    mom wouldn’t understand…”

    “Darling, I think you’re the one
    who doesn’t
    understand. And I think it’s
    time we talk about your therapist.”

    “What about my therapist?”

    “You tell me. You tell me why did she have
    to tell you that she’s single now
    and looking to settle. I thought she
    was supposed to
    help you cope with the premature death
    of your wife, not tell you her
    problems.”

    “Dear, please…”

    “And one more thing. I don’t like
    the medicine she
    prescribed you. Have you even read the
    label? That shit’s dangerous, you
    know?”

    He stormed out of
    the room and
    went straight to the morgue
    and told the morticians to seal his
    dead wife’s lips with glue or
    something

    They looked at him like he
    was crazy

    “What is it?” he asked

    “Well, sir, to glue the dead’s lips
    for the open casket ceremony is
    just… standard procedure. Else the mouth
    opens and it’s not a pretty sight. Did
    you work with the dead or something?”

    He thought a bit
    “Yeah,” he said. “Something. Something
    like that.”

  • Bogdan Dragos

    13 May 2020 by

    Originally posted on Horror Sleaze Trash:
    few posessions and no doubts he owned one pair of shoes four pairs of socks one pair of pants a tank top two t-shirts and a sweatshirt he’d lost the cap in his last dice game. “well, hell, doesn’t matter, broke the spell,” he chanted, “therefore somehow, someway luck is…

  • 13 POEMS in Terror House Magazine

    12 May 2020 by

    13 POEMS in Terror House Magazine:

    rainy season damage

    one unlucky boxer

    in a very open marriage

    guilt is one heavy anvil

    the world is full of fetishists

    honestly, I had to look online for the meaning of the term

    broken toy

    scratch on the inside

    dark corners of the dating scene

    only empty wine bottles

    better than any show on TV

    sometimes you don’t have to lead the insane to happiness, but to follow

    it’s okay, his father’s a writer

  • Bogdan Dragos

    8 May 2020 by

    Originally posted on Horror Sleaze Trash:
    how can you be such a monster? he spent four weeks away from his family in a rented apartment somewhere on the outskirts of town he told them that he needed this he was a writer needed to focus on his work conducting his research undistracted his little girl…

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  1. Hope things are cool and hot DR., I’m a bit curious, I was looking over your work, and wonder if you do any strip writing ? I ‘m working on a book that will be a finish play. I don’t want it to get to much graphic dialog but need the iron words to push these concepts. Any suggestions. Like instead of B, or F, MF, I thought Bush Wet, Funk n Fish, Mold Food, well if you get a minute, Thanks.

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