DR Bogdan

Daydream

and then, maybe, write about it

  • 2 POEMS featured in The Beatnik Cowboy

    5 July 2020 by

    Originally posted on The Beatnik Cowboy:
    bit by bit, little by little there were times when she bit andchewed the insideof her elbow to spit the bits of fleshand the bloodon her grandma but those times were over almost forgotten along with the teachings thather blood is poisonedbecause she was conceived with thewrong woman, meaningnot…

  • wasted years in a picture

    29 June 2020 by

    Wasted years

    What do they look like?
    Can you show in a picture?

    He nodded to himself
    as he thought
    about it

    Of course
    who other than him to know
    what wasted years look like

    After 45 years spent inside
    a box he was qualified to
    judge. And it wasn’t
    even prison. It was the office.
    Accounting.

    45 years

    And today…
    Today he was the 65-year-old
    photographer
    who raised the camera before
    the mirror and snapped
    a selfie
    and said
    “I am wasted years.”

  • just some average guy with an interesting life

    23 June 2020 by

    quite a few times she had to ask
    him why he was
    so shy

    He thought it was just
    normal to be
    shy on a first date
    no matter how many other dates you’ve
    been on with other girls

    He was afraid of getting
    too deep into
    relationships, mainly because girls didn’t
    like guys who still lived
    with their parents

    He lived with his
    father
    who worked as a butcher
    His clothes were always stained by blood
    and smelled of salt and iron
    but worst of all
    was that he
    was drunk more often than not

    About thirty minutes into
    the date his phone
    rang and he excused himself to
    answer. It was his father

    “Listen buddy. I kinda need your
    help.”

    “Dad, I kinda need you to understand that
    I can’t save your ass every time
    you get in trouble thanks
    to your drinking. I’m busy
    right now.”

    “Oh? Too busy to help
    your old man?”

    “Bye.”

    “No, no, no, wait! Listen. It’s just
    a simple thing this time. You just have to
    tell the police that your
    father is a butcher and that the
    eyeball they found in his rectum belongs to
    a pig and not a human being, okay?”

    “Dad, what the fuck?”

    “Please!”

    He hung up
    walked back to the table
    sat down
    smiled

    “Problems?” his date asked.

    “No, no. My father asked for
    a ride. I told him I can’t right now. It’s
    okay though. Nothing urgent or
    important.”

    “Father, huh? Must be nice having one.”

    “Oh, you don’t…?”

    She smiled. “Nevermind that. But anyway,
    speaking of fathers, you think you’ll
    be a good one?”

    “Huh?”

    “Cuz I surely won’t be the best
    mother. See, I just found out days ago
    that my ex-boyfriend got me
    pregnant. You think
    you’ll be a good daddy?”

    “Um… I think my dad’s calling
    again…”

  • ghosts

    21 June 2020 by

    but unfortunately they aren’t
    real

    You spend a whole childhood
    not wanting ghosts
    to be real
    only to one day
    reach adulthood and
    wander from empty room to empty
    room hoping
    foolishly that the
    wife that cancer took away
    would whisper something to you

    anything

  • 8 new poems published in Terror House Magazine

    17 June 2020 by

    Second feature in Terror House Magazine

    Check out the poems ->HERE<-

    TITLES:

    songless bird

    feeling the train

    Saint Bernards are big, heavy dogs

    an old instrument with rusty strings

    spend the quarantine at your girlfriend’s house, they said

    a woman named Cactus

    cat shaking the paw

    they are legend

  • hunger

    15 June 2020 by

    those cold evenings
    coming inside
    the house and announcing
    “Mom, I’m hungry.”

    A whirl on the heels
    A stare colder than
    the outside weather
    Hands on her hips
    “Show me your tongue.”

    The mouth opens
    and the tongue
    comes out

    She stares at it
    and then grabs it between
    her thumb and index
    and studies it, gives it
    a rub and
    declares: “No. You’re not that
    hungry. Get out of
    here and leave me alone.”

    And her words carry the finality
    of God’s words from
    the Bible
    because she is the god of this
    small world
    and her word is law

  • the outsider

    12 June 2020 by

    my neighbor from upstairs
    claims that
    God sticks
    post-it notes on his
    fridge overnight

    I did ask him
    what they said but
    he only told me that I’ll
    have to follow
    him to church if
    I want to find out

    I’m generally not a very
    curious guy
    so I declined
    and, what do you know, few
    days later I see
    lots of other
    people following my
    neighbor to church

    They all looked the
    other way when
    I passed by them and said hi

    Thing is
    I don’t even doubt
    God spoke to my neighbor
    through post-it notes
    and gave a lot of people hope

    I just
    like being the outsider
    more than I like
    being hopeful

  • infected

    8 June 2020 by

    He just had to stand
    walk to the kitchen
    open the fridge
    get a can of beer
    open it
    and come back to the desk
    sit down and lean back in the chair

    was this something to
    laugh about?
    Cry?
    Ignore?

    He emptied the can
    with gulps rather than sips
    to get as drunk as possible
    with a 4.5% alcohol concentration

    He sighed
    and opened the laptop again
    Stared at it

    double-clicked the internet browser
    pressed Ctrl and then H

    A history full of porn

    on his widowed mom’s laptop

    Of course it kept getting infected
    with viruses
    and she brought it over to be fixed

    Those websites were from the
    very shady family of porn websites

    He would’ve grabbed another beer
    but there was none left

    Better just get back to work and
    fix mom’s laptop
    What else to do?
    Fifteen or so years ago she surely knew
    what he was doing with that missing
    pair of panties and that bra
    She wasn’t dumb.

    The wheel turns

    Just like one of those titles from the
    history list said:
    “Busty slut stuck in cart wheel gets anally raped by hillbillies”

    He clicked it

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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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