there was no
gentleness
in mother's touch
as she seized him
by the shoulder
and stood him
down
"Never disturb your
grandfather again," she
told him
Never disturb a man
who is thinking
about death
He had learned the lesson
so well
that he started
the practice
himself
And he wasn't even old
Death was fascinating
to think about
it was the topic of
the wise
while the ignorant and
foolish
avoided it
and associated it with
fear
Death is
the opposite of
a curse
It is a gift
and the wisest of all
is he who
understands that
when it comes to
gifts
giving is more important
than receiving
Give freely
give abundantly
give the
supreme gift
Masticadores&Gobblers is pleased to announce that Bogdan Dragos has renewed with us; It is the fourth time and series that we will publish it. We have already sent by the author 50 pages that we will gladly present to everyone week by week.
We will say that Bogdan is very followed and the visits and readings of him are very high, with which sometimes an edition of a book of poems is not as read as his publications in Masticadores (and in MasticadoresIndia too)
Thank you Bogdan!
Greetings
j re crivello
Founder and Director of Masticadores (16 blogs, in 10 countries and 5 languages) https://masticadores.com
Masticadores&Gobblers tiene el placer de anunciar que Bogdan Dragos ha renovado con nosotros; es la cuarta vez y serie que le publicaremos. Tenemos ya enviados por el autor 50 páginas que con gusto presentaremos a todos semana a semana.
it's a bit cold I'm sitting by the margin of the river Fishing A bit upset There were too many fish who escaped my nets I sigh throw 'em again wait I catch one pull it out and stomp on its golden head rip it apart from the body and drink its blood ... Yeah, bullshit I'm sitting in the office night shift supervising casinos through CCTV cameras it's 05:53 and I'm ignoring work to write poems like this one and something always comes up and makes me forget my ideas The phone rings Some customer causes trouble in some casino Some other customer is suspected of cheating A bouncer falls asleep on his chair due to lack of activity The game attendant flirts with a customer There's a bill fallen on the floor and I've to determine its owner A bunch of idiots are being too loud Some other…
‘You’re going to be
the prettiest girl at the
funeral,’
he wanted to tell her
as he watched
that dark outfit that
resembled a maid for sorts
but it wouldn’t be
an appropriate thing to say
when the funeral was
for her father
Not that she displayed a lot of grief
either. She was more concerned
with the goth maid outfit
and how it would look on her
“My daddy would love to see
me in this,” she said
And then
her boyfriend said, “Who
wouldn’t?”
She eyed him from
across the room
and said, “My mom... Eh, but to
hell with her. If I’d listened
to her, I’d be a nun
now. In fact, if I weren’t an
adult able to make decisions
for myself right now, I’m sure
she would’ve arranged for me to
go to some monastery or something
like that, wherever nuns go.
And she dares wonder why I
reserved all my love for daddy and
gave her nothing. Every time
we’d get close
she’d get in the way. If I didn’t know
better I’d say she’s the
entity behind his death, really.
My daddy was a loving
man, this I know for sure. He was
all good and I... I miss
him so much already. I just wish
I could... Wait!”
“What?”
“I got an idea.”
He didn’t like the tone
with which she said
that, nor the grin
on her face
as she reached into her bosom
and pulled out her phone
He had many questions
for her
but there was no time
to ask. She moved in and grabbed
his hand and dragged him
along,
out of the room and long
the corridor
all the way to the room where
her father sat in the
casket awaiting to be
taken to the grave
“Here, hold this,” she said
as she handed him her phone
Wordlessly
she climbed onto the casket
and stretched herself
along her father’s body
“C’mon,” she said, “take a few
pictures.”
Her boyfriend did. When you have
too many questions assaulting
you at once, you
give voice to none, just
play along
The funeral that followed
was a short one, with
few mourners
The loudest cry came from
the wife of the departed
after some unknown number sent
the pictures to her
phone
"Eh, sorry, sorry," she would
say
but the wound would be already
open
She would close her eyes
squint them
poke her tongue out
and shake her head
"Sorry."
She liked to bite
couldn't help it
"You're gonna kill somebody
one day. Bleed 'em to death or
something."
"Sorry, sorry."
but some people
some girls
are just impossible to stay mad at
Despite her words
there was
no remorse for opening the wound
no remorse for licking it
making it bigger with her tongue
And no remorse for sucking
the blood out of it
She never swallowed
Just swirled it around her mouth,
loving the saltiness
and the taste of metal,
and then let it drip down her chin
She was arguably
one of the
greatest
among the great ones
the woman smiled at him
and showed her
legs from beneath a
white coat
She was close to his face
Stretched on the label of
the rubbing alcohol bottle
70% alcohol
He liked this woman because her
smile never faded
and she was always inviting
"Oh, if you insist," he said
and made an
effort to push himself away from the
moldy pillow and stand
He grabbed the bottle
added some water
stirred
held his breath
and drank
The words "I love you," came from his mouth
enveloped in thick steam
and there was a brutal
growl in his guts
but none of that
mattered. The woman was still
smiling at him, still
lovely
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