Bogdan Poems
an old instrument with rusty strings
by Bogdan Dragos
he sits alone in the
darkness
on a wooden chair
The walls surrounding him
have no
mirrors and
the windows are covered
by the thickest blinds
......
urge
by Bogdan Dragos
there was
simply
no other way
some things just have
to be done
else you risk dying
from the urge alone
Urge can kill
......
horny and creative and desperate
by Bogdan Dragos
He went nine years without doing
it. Five of those
were spent in prison so it
was just normal
but the other four he spent
desperately trying and failing
He did look fine before
he got into hardcore drugs
and crime
......
the last notebook
by Bogdan Dragos
he takes his old wrinkled
notebook
and the black pen
and finds a
spot from which he can observe
the people
and write down what he
imagines to be their inner
conversations
......
seven minutes in heaven
by Bogdan Dragos
Yeah, there were those times
when he talked with
grandma about God
and she told him what a horrible place
hell is
"You suffer every day but can't die."
"Every day?"
......
an old instrument with rusty strings
by Bogdan Dragos
he sits alone in the
darkness
on a wooden chair
The walls surrounding him
have no
mirrors and
the windows are covered
by the thickest blinds
......
feeling the train
by Bogdan Dragos
A pretty thick
slice
of hell
That was life
so far
But today things
will change
......
no country for romantic men
by Bogdan Dragos
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
......
songless bird
by Bogdan Dragos
a songless bird
that would be the nicest
name she’d been
called
the others,
far more common,
being
that little wench
......
hope she’s okay wherever she is
by Bogdan Dragos
she kept saying how much she
hated her tattoos
and kept showing them
to us
"Got 'em when I was young and
dumb and now I
jus' wanna rip my skin off."
......
