Bogdan Dragos
bachelorette party
The driver:
He’s got the best chance
at survival in a car crash
That’s why he made it
and the other three didn’t
Having the seat belt on
also helped immensely
Knowing that the accident
would happen was also
a plus
Yep, the only minus of the situation
was having to pretend
he had PTSD and depression
and whatnot
for causing the deaths
of three close friends
who had talked his fiancé
into a gangbang
the night before
Bogdan Dragos
fade away
FADE AWAY
why was there a poster in his room
that said FADE AWAY?
It’s been around
since forever
now that he thought about it
and until today
there was no reason
to even think about it
Life was happening fast
It happened so fast
that it’s been 52 years
since the day he was born
Today there was nothing left to do
but observe the poster
that said FADE AWAY
And there was nothing else to do
not because he’d done it all
but because he didn’t do shit
52 years and nothing done
Nothing worthwhile anyway
Values change, man
Oh, how they change, how they change
One day you’re young
and you think failure and ridicule
and shame are what suck
well, you’re not wrong
but
some days later you’re old
and you realize nothing sucks more
than not risking failure
and ridicule and shame
when…
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Bogdan Dragos
134
“The angriest I ever got,” she said,
“Was with an ex-boyfriend, of course.
I just wanted him to die.
But like, not casual wanting him to die.
Really, really wishing with all my might
that he’d drop dead.
I felt I couldn’t go on living
as long as I knew he was alive.
I had to do something about it.
I was literally about to explode.
So, to prevent that, I got dressed
and despite the rain and all
I went straight to the nearest pet shop.
Bought me a hamster.
And with a red marker,
I wrote my boyfriend’s name
on its back.
And then slammed that hamster
against the wall 134 times.
For the 134 hours we’d been together.
I calmed down after that.
But, you know,
I don’t like talking
about myself all that much.
Tell me about yourself.
Also, what should we get
from the…
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Bogdan Dragos
some things can never be put back together
Some things can never
be put back together
after they’ve been
taken apart
No matter how much
willpower is involved
One of those things,
she now knew for sure,
was a marriage
Like the one
she was presently fleeing,
flying down the highway
like a fiend or a bat out of hell
Another such thing
could be her right hand
resting severed on the seat
there beside her
Though she wasn’t so
sure about the hand
Maybe if she made it
to the hospital in time?
Maybe
Backstreet Dumpster
by Dragos Bogdan
The world was growing colder
because the weather
was akin
to people’s hearts,
he was told
in a dream
The people had denied him
the world
and he was left with the backstreet
dumpster
And he had to share the
backstreet dumpster with the dogs
Or rather the dogs had to share
it with him
Regardless,
they agreed
and at least this corner of
the world
was a little warmer.
…
Artist: Anna Garrett
Dragos Bogdan works as a dispatcher for a Romanian gambling company (supervising casinos) and part of the work means spending twelve hours alone in the office which is perfect for observing people, daydreaming, and writing poems—which he primarily e-mails to himself.
Bogdan Dragos
cartoonist
Dad was fat all his life
Obese
He couldn’t do a lot of things.
Walk without special help
Bathe
Climb stairs
Sit in a normal chair
Drive a normal car
Sleep in a normal bed
And say “I love you, son.”
To draw those words out
of his dad he became a cartoonist,
but that also failed.
And now that his father
was dead,
collapsed face down
on the kitchen floor,
blood seeping out of a head wound,
he struggled to turn him over
on his back
and dipped his finger in the blood
and drew a speech bubble
next to his father’s head
and wrote in it the famous words.
Finally.
“I love you too, dad.”
Bogdan Dragos
the thing before the thing before the thing
because it’s nice to be young
because it’s nice to be in your
early to mid twenties
and it’s nice to do the thing
after you’ve done the thing
the thing that comes after you’ve
done the
thing is always
the same
but the thing that leads to the thing is
often different
this night it was white powder
they shared it neatly
between each other
and then climbed into bed
“Christ,” he said. “I still can’t believe you
sucked dick for this shit. And
a carload of it. What was it, like
four, five guys?”
“Oh, shut your hole, you pauper-ass.
If you had a job like a decent motherfucker
I wouldn’t have to do that shit, you know?”
“Shit, baby, don’t make this
trip worse than it is.”
“You started it.”
“Whatever, let’s just get to the next thing
already.”
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Bogdan Dragos
real men
She told me that women like
men with grizzled,
bestial
faces, men with scars
men with eyepatches
men with very unkempt beards
Mouths that snarl
when it’s time to smile
Eyes that are like eggs buried in
a nest of wrinkles
Noses that are never straight
And the jaw,
oh the jaw has to be big
square
like a drawer
A man’s face must have a chin
that can take sledgehammers
that’s why the luckiest woman
in the world
was Belle
from The Beauty and The Beast.
That was a real man, The Beast.
although the story is a tragic one
because in the
end he turns
into a charming prince
with smooth face and polished
features.
“What a fuckboy,” she said. “If only
he stayed a beast…”
Meanwhile I think about
myself
the most grizzly feature about
my face is the mad
eyestrain I developed
because of…
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Daydreaming as a profession 