The Muse’s Bad Touch – New poetry collection by Bogdan Dragos

Here it is. 
THE MUSE'S BAD TOUCH


A collection of dark poems highlighting the toxic and deadly relationship between poet and muse.


DISCLAIMER: suitable only for a mature audience.


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I don't wanna say that the poems contained in this book are dark. It would sound pretentious right off the bat. But, yeah, between dark and light, you know already where they stand.

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Fox King by Bogdan Dragos

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A woman depicted as frozen and dead with red blood on her eyelids and lips
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the fox didn’t like to

be petted,

didn’t agree to her

touch

it thrust its head back

and bared its

fangs

and constantly licked at them

as if sharpening daggers

in preparation for a

counterattack

“Oh, you’re difficult to love,”

she told the

fox. “But that’s why

I desire you more, King.

With your

crimson eyes

you look

upon me, a lowly human,

and bellow that you

want not

my love

but my respect. Yet I ask of you,

what respect is there

without love?

I wish to fall asleep with

your paw in

my mouth, with your tail

between my legs

and those precious fangs

dung deep into my breast.

I desire you, King, like

any maiden desires

the lover who will make

her a woman.

Oh, give me your love

and I will give you

everything!”

The fox tucked its tail

between the hind

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and she’d hold her tongue out and let the pets lick it by Bogdan Dragos

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every time I glanced at her face I was reminded of the character trope of the cute and exaggeratedly naive girl who's not aware of her beauty and is predisposed to having others take advantage of her Of course that was only in my head but she really did have an immense heart She had two big dogs and a bunch of cats, I never knew exactly how many But I knew and saw with my own eyes that she kissed them all on the snout the dogs and the cats too and she'd hold her tongue out and let the pets lick it and that was perfectly okay in her household "You're jealous!" she told me when I cringed and backed away as she tried to kiss me. "Are you one of those crazy possessive types who equates kissing a pet with cheating?" "What? No, no, I just..." "I…

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Swing and Howl back at the Gods by Bogdan Dragos

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The back of a young girl in a white t shirt swinging on a swing and white clouds and blue sky in front of her
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The sun no longer

hides behind

hills

because there are no

more hills

There’s only

buildings. One

taller and wider

than the

other

Our parents told us

that this city

is growing, expanding

but as far as we

see

it’s only

doing so upwards

We are still

young, still harboring

hopeful visions

that one day

we’ll leave

and we talk about

these hopes

while sharing beer

and gin

on the curb overlooking

the park

at 9 PM

“If we don’t make it out

soon,” says a friend, “we’re

all gonna end up

like her.”

His hand is wrapped around

an opened beer can

and a finger detaches to

point over the low

fence

at a girl who sits

alone on

the swing

We all knew her

thought not

personally

just from sight

She came to the park daily

and stood

by herself,

usually on a swing…

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Să fluierăm împreună

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

Începea omul să fluiere așa la-ntâmplare și întotdeauna tare chiar și noaptea-n pat și încercarea de a-l opri era ca un joc de noroc cusăturile care arătau precum niște omizi pe mâna nevestei sale atestau asta. N-a mai fost săracul la fel de când cu lovitura la cap. A avut nenorocul să treacă pe sub un pod în timp ce niște copii se distrau aruncând pietre Și acum tot apelează numărul de urgențe și spune că soția lui lipsește de acasă, când de fapt ea se află-n cealaltă cameră sau la muncă. Vecinii au început să facă sesizări cu privire la fluieratul său nocturn, și aparent nu mai știa săracul nici cum se foloeste hârtia igienica. Mirosea întotdeauna și era cel mai rău când se urca-n pat alături de nevastă. Era iadul pe pământ, și iadul schimbă oamenii, și-n noaptea asta începu din nou să fluiere și…

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the difference between a writer and a loser by Bogdan Dragos

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"Look," she said, "I no longer want smart men around me. I had enough of that species. They can all drop down and die. The last fucker who was smart was this student who made me fall a bit too in love with him and then put his career over me. Suddenly all the things I did for him mattered no more." "Oh, well," he said, "me, I'm not smart." "Nice try," she said. "but you already told me you're a writer. You write poems an' stuff." "That don't make one smart," he said. "Writers aren't scientists, you know? They're more like thugs, criminals. It's all about having a natural talent with lies, telling stories. I haven't even gone to college." "What?" she said, "Even I went to college." "Well," he said, "I didn't." "Hmm, say, you wouldn't just say that to get in my pants, would you? I feel…

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Better Go Back to Sleep by Bogdan Dragos

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the body awakens

once more

without the mind’s

consent

It’s evening

Slept through the whole

day

and another night

of staying alive

stretches ahead

more hours of

wondering

when will it end,

when will it all be over

already

Uh, not the time to get

out of bed yet.

Better sit and think

about the dream

the dream of a black

dog

locked in a big room

full of mannequins

that stare at him

and some

of them point

with their rigid arms

The dog shows his

fangs and

starts tearing them apart

one by one

until not a single

stupid mannequin is left on

its rigid feet

then everything feels

better

the room lightens

up

It’s been the best

goddamn dream in

a long, long while

Dogs deserve their revenge

upon the world

Even if it’s just a dream

You can’t meet in

dreams

characters…

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the queen’s blessing by Bogdan Dragos

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she looked stunning in the fading light of the day her black dress and the boots with ridiculously thick soles and the dark makeup made her look like the queen of the cemetery but her knight didn't feel too welcome into her kingdom "Aren't you excited?" she asked "Oh, I am if you are," he said "Good. Then drink up." He drank and then she drank some more, always more than him and then the bottle was empty She placed it into his hand and pointed at a gravestone. "C'mon, I want to watch you break it against that." By this time he knew better than to disappoint his queen He walked over to the gravestone and crashed the bottle against it The queen smiled and applauded. She was very pleased with him "It's a child's grave," she said. "I can always tell." They sat there in silence and watched…

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Hot Car by Bogdan Dragos

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“The safest way to kill

a small child,” she told him,

“is,

of course,

to leave it in a hot car.”

He scratched his

head. Thought

about it

“Since you didn’t murder it

directly,” she went on,

“and only due

to pure ignorance,

your punishment is going to

be almost

nothing.”

“But, wouldn’t it be

a better idea

to push the kid from a high

place and claim

that he fell?”

“Dumbass, you live on the

ground floor. If you go searching

for any high places

they’ll know

the reason behind it, don’t

you think?”

“Oh… yeah, you’re right.

I’m not very good

with thinking.

That’s why I’ve asked for your

help.”

She gave a soft chuckle

as her hands

turned from floating ash

to dark obsidian

that caressed his face

and put a claw inside his ear

She was half moth

half snake, the muse

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Nu suntem nici noi departe de el. Săracul…

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de Bogdan Dragoș

sufletul trebuie să știe ceva
ce mintea nu
poate să cuprindă.

Asta ziceau cu toții când
îl priveau 
de departe 

El dormea sub pod
noaptea

Și-n timpul zilei
săracul stătea pe marginea 
râului
și arunca pietre-n apă
toată ziulica
cu obsesie

Și când nu mai vedea pietre
în jur
începea să plângă.

Puține lucruri sună mai deranjant
în ureche 
decât plânsul unui adult.

– Omu’ ăsta a avut o familie
acu’ câțiva ani, zicea lumea.
A avut o soție și copii. Și o slujbă în
mina aia de colo. 
Și-ntr-o zi un bolovan îi căzu-n cap
și odată cu mințile 
i-a luat tot din viață. Săracul... 

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whatsoever things ye ask for when ye pray by Bogdan Dragos

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she came out of her house after the heavy rain stopped and walked up to the bridge and leaned forward over the flat rail and watched the turbid river flowing by, disappearing with infinite length below her feet The rail was wet and she wiped it with a few tissues and then got her notebook out Using a simple pencil she began drawing the river There wasn't much to it, just a couple of lines but she gave them a nice form And when she was done with the drawing she began writing Wrote a poem into the drawn river Eternal sensation of falling I hear an inhuman voice calling Feel my awareness crawling underneath. Is it angel for real or just a myth? I shall jump toward it I shall jump toward it I'm ready this world to quit She ripped the paper and crumpled it and unfolded it…

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