ENGLISH TRANSLATION: There were times when I got home threw my backpack in the corner took off my shoes my jacket walked into my room took off my pants, my shirt put on sweatpants, another shirt turned on the PC ate a bag of salty potato chips drank whatever I could wasted time I was happy in those times Today I write.
It’s All a Game by Bogdan Dragos
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but what are we alive for
if not to play
and enjoy
games
life itself is
but a game
and the best at it are
those who don’t
grow up, those who can
still view it
as such
She tried to teach her
four children
this truth
that’s why she brought them
into the backyard
where all the small trash bags,
so well wrapped in tape,
were laid on the grass,
and told them,
“It’s like that Easter game
where you find
the eggs. Only this time it’s
with small trash bags,
and you’ll be hiding
them.” She clapped
her hands a few times. “So let’s
go then. Mommy will
play along this time.
Let’s hide
the bags.”
It was the police
who came to
search for them later
“Can we build a dad
with all
these parts?” asked
one of the kids
after the policemen
won…
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like making a contract with a dumpster diving company
first came the 15 page letters They were typed in parts and written by hand in others the ink color would change and the font and the little doodles on the margins The only consistency in the whole project was the reader’s inability to understand 93% of it all They were threats, alright, but of what nature? Well, next came the envelopes filled with rusty and bloody razor blades pubic hairs bloody tissues bloody plastic gloves broken guitar strings clipped nails pictures of random people with their eyes crossed out by needle scratches “It’s not so bad if you think about it,” he said. “I get free stuff in the mail. Sure, most of it is junk, but every once in a while I get something good. Look, the other day I got this perfectly functioning pen. Heh, I might even start writing poetry again… I’m tellin’ you, man, breaking the heart of a psychotic girl is like making a contract with a dumpster diving company to deliver the junk to your mail. For free. Goddamn, I should really start writing poetry again. Now that I don’t have to go scout the dumpsters myself. I gotta do something with all the free time.”
cat shaking the paw by Bogdan Dragos
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She could say it if she wanted to but the words would carry no weight behind them like a cat shaking the paw with you and not understanding the real meaning behind the gesture so was her every “I love you.” Enough to make an old boy cry but he preferred suicide Needless to say her response was “Meh.”
Shock by Bogdan Dragos
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the three of them stood by the
banks and watched
the water turn
red
So it’s not like in the movies. When
you see someone dying
you don’t burst into
uncontrollable fits of screaming
You stand very still
and watch
and can’t speak
can’t blink
can’t turn away
can’t run
can’t do anything really
Shock is not something that makes
you jump
It’s a cement that stuns you
there was still more and
more blood seeping
from the body impaled in
the jagged rocks. The river
turned red on all directions around it
Death was a scary thing
but not having a stepfather
who sent you to beg in the streets so he
can drink the profits
made up for it
When there was no more
blood to be
carried away by the water
they smiled
All three at once
-BOGDAN DRAGOS
Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for…
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mother forbade feeding the poor thing
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By Bogdan Dragos
there was a dog outside and it kept barking for some reason Ah yes, it was chained and the chain was terribly short and the poor animal was hungry Mother wouldn’t bother feeding it No, mother wanted it to die because it had been father’s dog, inherited along with the house after father died Mother forbade feeding the poor thing Her child stood next to the window and listened to the poor thing barking outside It was better than listening to mother drinking and talking ugly words with her boyfriends He opened the window and the dog saw him immediately and barked at him He wanted to cry Tried talking to the creature but it wouldn’t listen. It kept barking “Mother would cut my hand off if she caught me stealing food for you.” But he was a smart kid He leaned over the window and thrust…
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Fantasy World Map by Bogdan Dragos
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yes, there are those days
when you lie
in bed
with palms under your head
and stare at the
cracks in the
ceiling
There were many cracks on
the kid’s
ceiling
and he watched them
imagining that
they were borders
between countries
He was looking upon
a world map
and he started naming
the countries
and their people
some were humans
and others
were beast folk
and fairies and demons
and the politics
between these countries
were quite shaky.
There were wars all
the time
and that was
easy to imagine,
for the background noise
of wars
was very vivid
just a door
away
It was getting
quite intense now
-BOGDAN DRAGOS
Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog
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her split tongue flickering like a flame against soft ideas – featured in SPILLWORDS PRESS
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making it big in a small world
other than weirded the fuck out she didn’t know how to feel about it so she read the words again SO GLAD TO SEE YOU ALIVE AND FINE, LOVE! ALWAYS KNEW MY DAUGHTER WILL MAKE IT BIG IN THIS SMALL WORLD. LOVE, DADDY The words were written with a black marker on a $100 bill that someone threw at her in the club while she was stripping on the pole Could’ve been a shitty prank but $100 was a bit too much to spend for laughs She tried to remember the faces of all the men who gathered around her and howled as she did her number but they were simply too many and too bland Later that night she asked the management to remove private lap dances from her list of services for a while and the request was denied Well, when you make it big in a small world you either carry the weight of fame on your shoulders or get crushed At least the money bought a good dinner for her little daughter and the two cats
no country for romantic men by Bogdan Dragos
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and the few survivors who couldn’t fight were lined up along with the civilians and shot or killed in ways to entertain the soldiers And dogs were trained to tear them to shreds and the ground became black with their soaked blood and over the next few days a carpet of butterflies gathered on top of it “It’s beautiful,” he said She didn’t pay attention. Was too busy removing golden teeth from a severed head she held in her lap. “Dammit, whoever made these implants did too good a job. I’ve to take ‘em with gums, alright. Look, my knife keeps slipping.” “Stab his eyes please,” he said “What? Why?” “Because he’s looking at us. I can’t stand it.” “Jeez, you’re such a pussy.” She quickly stabbed the blade into the head’s eyes one after the other. “Better?” “Whatever,” he said. “Just hurry up and pull those teeth.” “I’m trying…
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Daydreaming as a profession 