Making poetry more bearable to look at



„Now what?”
I asked

„What?” she
said, not facing me

she was
busy scratching
the wood of the desk
with her fingernail

up and down
and up and down
as if coloring
with a crayon

„What are you doing?”
I asked

and she said
„I’m making the face
more bearable to
look at.”

Of course

She had this issue

Saw faces wherever
she looked. On almost
any damn surface

I knew people
in my life
who were tormented by
this condition

She was not one of
because she was not real

I worried not about my
desk being scratched

It would be a scratch mark
that the rest of the
world would never
be able to see

„Alright then,” I told her:
„I’m going for
a walk.
Alone. Maybe when I
get back we’ll compose
some verses together. Like
in the good old days.”

She ignored me

Kept scratching
the wood

When I came back
she was no longer

Only the
scratch mark

I’m looking at it
right now
Even feeling it

©Bogdan Dragoș

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some things can never be put back together

Some things can never
be put back together
after they’ve been
taken apart
No matter how much
willpower is involved
One of those things,
she now knew for sure,
was a marriage
Like the one
she was presently fleeing,
flying down the highway
like a fiend or a bat out of hell
Another such thing
could be her right hand
resting severed on the seat
there beside her
Though she wasn’t so
sure about the hand
Maybe if she made it
to the hospital in time?

Pour the Whiskey Over My Heart and Set It On Fire
Copyright © 2020
HST & Bogdan Dragos

Bogdan Dragoș: Ultimate art


on both sides

of the river


and her face in

the middle


on the bridge


somehow brighter

than all of



brighter than



It’s the sad

smiles, with glinting

tears in the eyes

that shine the



And all he could do

was watch


The urge to stop


from jumping was


but even if he did

stop her…

What would that accomplish?


She’d just find

another way


No, this was not the

time to play hero.

Sad smiles with

tears glinting in the eyes

need no heroes



he came here to be

alone. He was just

another failed artist


But tonight he also



the most beautiful art

is not made by

human hands


As she turned around

one more time,

thanking him for not

playing hero,

and jumped

ultimate art was performed

and witnessed

and will never be



Ultimate art

makes the soul



And witnessing it

he too

felt inspired

and ready


Text © Bogdan Dragos