Daydreaming as a profession Poems
something about smartphone addiction
by Bogdan Dragos
I liked her dad
He was an interesting guy
preached all day
long
about smartphone
addiction
while his daughter was on her
smartphone, ignoring
him
......
wasted years in a picture
by Bogdan Dragos
Wasted years
What do they look like?
Can you show in a picture?
He nodded to himself
as he thought
about it
Of course
......
You continue because of it
by Bogdan Dragos
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
......
no poem, no poetic justice
by Bogdan Dragos
He kept coming back
That was his only skill
Respect is not something you can possibly
be born with. The children of
kings and lords
should know this
but most don't
Though this kid who kept coming back
......
value of time
by Bogdan Dragos
his eyes looked fresh out of
a hardcore crying
session
I walked up to him
and asked what
was wrong
He showed me his phone and
what I saw were pictures of some
......
a blunt weapon
by Bogdan Dragos
there was a time when he’d
fear nothing more
than the bluntness of the
empty bottle
his torment
his nightmare, his hell
The bottle would be
all right as long as it stayed full
......
a distracted dreamer
by Bogdan Dragos
what else to do when
the rain falls so heavy
against the window
outside?
Get melancholic
get poetic
have a drink
have another
......
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
......
Saint Bernards are big, heavy dogs
by Bogdan Dragos
he opened another beer
and sat on
the couch
but turned off the TV
He watched the kid
The kid was on his knees
before the coffee table
busy with
......
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."
......
