Bogdan Poems
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
......
employee of the month
by Bogdan Dragos
You don't need the
employee of the month
badge to know
that you're it
He knew he was it
The other day he asked the girl
who called whether she
had any family
......
a self-published book on how to quit smoking
by Bogdan Dragos
That did it
He was tired of coming home from work
and finding
a fucking book on the table
instead of food
but the book was also on his
pillow when he went to bed
on the toilet tank
......
feeling the train
by Bogdan Dragos
A pretty thick
slice
of hell
That was life
so far
But today things
will change
......
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
......
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."
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