Will Not Get With the Times by Bogdan Dragos

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Image Source: Snappa

he just wanted to write

Very old-school character

Used pencils and paper

But the city

wouldn’t let him. The city outside

his four walls stood like

a sea of noise

against his dreams

“Listen,” his wife said, “these days

they don’t even accept snail mail

submissions. You have to get

with the times. It’s done digitally,

by e-mail today. Can you understand

this? Are you listening?”

“Listening?” he snapped. “Oh, I am

listening, dear. I sure am.

Even when my ears are covered

and plugged. I am still

listening. Because there is no

fucking way to

evade the noise! No crevice in

this place is silent anymore. It’s

hell! Hell is the city,

hell is the noise, the screaming,

the crying, the gnashing of teeth.”

She got out of the room,

knowing that any further persuasion

would be futile,

and returned to the living room

couch where…

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28 March 2022 9

Doar un trotuar

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23 March 2022 7

our very own patron saint By Bogdan Dragos

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he was a doctor

Goddammit, they were looking at
a doctor
He came into the casino in a suit,
the same suit every day and night
dark gray
shiny with grease around the
elbows and lower back
smelly
patched up in places

he kinda forgot what it was like to be
sober

and lately he kinda forgot what
it was like to win at the slot machines

he forgot how to perform surgery
how to diagnose a patient

forgot what the company of a woman felt like

forgot what love was

he was a machine that consumed cheap
but strong alcohol
Rubbing alcohol filtered through bread
That stuff was 70% alcohol
his liver knew it

"Ah, pleaseeee, for the love of God, don't
make me work with this
stuff again," he would scream while
playing at the slot machine

and the bouncer would walk up to him
and say, "Hey…

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23 March 2022 6

Rotten Tongue by Bogdan Dragos

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A close up of a man sticking out his tongue and there are nails embedded in it — Image Source: Snappa

the big purple bird

with no eyes

and chipped beak

didn’t fly

It walked like a normal

person would. Almost like someone

was wearing it as a costume

but he knew

of course

that there was no one wearing the costume

was real

and it showed itself to him

on too many occasions. Every time

he was alone

and it was hard to not be

alone

when you drove all people away from

your life

The bird got closer and

closer and

began talking to him and telling him

how his rotten tongue was

cursed

and that he would drive away everyone

to whom he spoke

He couldn’t take it anymore

and ran out of

the house

and towards the car

Oh, but the purple bird was

there already

Inside

Waiting on the passenger’s side

he began to scream

They found him the next morning

collapsed…

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21 March 2022 9

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

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By Bogdan Dragos

he would start whistling Very random and very loud even at night in bed and stopping him was very much a gamble The caterpillar-like stitches on his wife’s arm were a testimony to that He’s never been the same since his head injury Poor fellow just had the terrible, terrible luck to walk underneath an overpass while some teenagers were throwing big rocks for fun Now he kept calling the emergency number and crying that his wife had gone missing when she’d be just in the other room or at work The neighbors filed noise complaints because of his nightly whistling and apparently he no longer knew how to use the toilet paper. He always smelled and it was worse when he climbed in bed besides his wife It was hell and hell broke people and tonight again he started whistling and woke her up and as…

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16 March 2022 4

“she speaks the language of blood” — POEM featured in Suburban Witchcraft Magazine Issue 1

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Issue 1 of “Suburban Witchcraft Magazine” is now live!
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And I have the honor to be featured in it with a poem titled "she speaks the language of blood".


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14 March 2022 20

To Become a Man by Bogdan Dragos

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The painting of a young woman holding a standing toddler boy in front of her — Image Source: Snappa

the good thing about being young

is that you don’t take

as much damage from falling

ten is a fantastic age

for falling

and for getting into

fights

with other kids

It usually all ends with

a handshake and a

tightened friendship

Unless adults get in the way. It all goes

down when adults get in the way.

Childhood itself goes to

hell when adults get in the way

He feels the

scar on the back of his head

aching every time he thinks of this

of the day father had him

fight another ten year old

He didn’t want to

so father pushed him from the back

and called him a pussy

And then father called him

a pathetic piece of crap after he lost

the fight

Father was a gambler. He bet the other kid’s

father that he’ll win the fight

But he lost miserably…

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14 March 2022 28

fără rimă

Poem written in my original language (Romanian). 
TRANSLATION: 

"Um... it doesn't rhyme,"
she said

I looked at her.
"You kidding?"

And then she shook her head.
"No, look, this poem
really has no rhymes
at all
You sure it's the right file?"

"Let me see."

She handed me her phone
and I looked at the text
on the screen, smirked, turned off
the phone and kissed her

"You are truly the cutest," I said. "But,
you see, not all poems
must have rhymes."

"Sure they do. Then why d' you write
them? And why should the
world bother to read them?"

"Good question. Maybe I'll find
out one day..."

12 March 2022 24

Pour the Whiskey Over My Heart and Set It On Fire by Bogdan Dragos

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What Da Cover Says: Horror Sleaze Trash proudly presents the poems of Bogdan Dragos.

What I Says: I have followed Dragos on WordPress for many years now and he has entertained me all that time with some bloody good poems, you are guaranteed to get something dark and fucked-up that will give ya a chuckle….unless it’s just me giggling.

Horror Sleaze Trash presents this mighty fine collection from Dragos, it contains some of his most twisted material, I love how again and again he is able to surprise me with how the poem ends. In my opinion the tone of a poetry collection is always set by the first one, it has to be strong and it needs to get some kind of rise from you or you ain’t gonna enjoy what’s next, Dragos starts us off with “some things can never be put back together” a brilliant start, messed…

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11 March 2022 12

empaths

these days a lot of
people call
themselves
empaths

They claim to be able
to feel what
other people
are feeling
and suffer with them

"I cheated on my boyfriend
with his brother," some
girl said,
“and being the empath
that I am
I started crying along
with him when he
found out. It's hard
being such
an empath."

And there was
the guy
who got into a bar
brawl and
knocked another guy's
teeth out
and held a hand to his
own mouth and made
pain noises

I guess he
was an empath too

If you have a
social media account
and don't describe yourself
as an empath
people will think you're some
kind of monster,
a psychopath, they'll compare
you with Hitler

Yeah, it's a good
reason not
to use social media

If you actually
needed another

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