Trent Dugas

INTERESTING
PHOTO ROOM

Phoetry - Sort of like Simflipity.

THE BLUE ROOM

Shake Me When The Album Is Over And He Is Done is an extraordinary look into the realm of offspring and genes. Say no to vinyl as punishment devices, or at least vinyl records.

Just South Of The Old Wooden House - The party usually happens at night, behind the wooden house. Almost like an acid trip.

As If A Drowning Man - The food goes down and then it goes up. You figure it out.

Three Pleads To Nowhere - I tried not to spill the darkness, but it happened.

Kellash - I remember doing nothing but expecting doing.

Bee Lack - Candlestick thaws into an empty gut.

Eat Dust - The dust among us. Slowly, but surely, I am dust.

Dissolution Years - This old couple drifted apart over the years. I came along and showed them absolutely nothing, so they continued to drift apart, until they killed each other one day.

Backdrown - My shots exploded that day. I was on the beach somewhere with someone who was having seizures. My friend and I both exploded.

Grimy Stations - I woke up from a deep sleep inside this place and I was a different person.

Not A Drop Wasted - He may have stayed up all night, but not a drop was wasted.

Cream Of Ice - Carbon Monoxide and tongue laps, there is nothing better.

Wetness - My experience three thousand years ago. It was hell.

Peanut Butter Sandwiches - I am the crust in the garbage.

STOP! - Laziness beyond belief? Are you kidding me?

Balcony Is Sweep - Being on the edge has syphoned me down. Will the dust ever clear?

Broadway Extension (Red) - She was red and full of water. I think I have a tattoo of her name on my body. I cannot remember the details.

Ms. Ressurreccion Amporo Savignac - Honest, I was glorified and satisfied while the unexpected multiplied.

Dr. Railroad Wood - Blood, scalpels, and talcum.

THE BLACK ROOM

Gravel Mold Tale Untold - When religion was magic.

The Love For An Azalea Stem - The temple of the Church will stab the moon in its side.

THE RED ROOM

California - I lost a lot of blood, spinal fluid, bone mass, and forgot my heart on this little excursion. But there was a Russian in California

Until Further Notice - Her castle was brand new, lots of stone and wooden floors. and two books of photos of her when she was a child.

Navel Gazer in Gaze - It was hard to take air into my lungs and I almost died. So, she cut my finger off.

Three Guardian Angels - The photo above was taken and is the only one of the Three Guardian Angels. She is amazing.

PAM'S ROOM

Spinal Pam - Pam drove me around town one night. She was not that awesome, but sure was pretty, for a driver.

The Love For An Azalea Stem
When the sun and darkness unite to form a blatant contrast
The temple of the church will stab the moon in its side

Parliament of Dole, 1573, Supreme Court in France
Church of Sens, the Dean, Matthieu de Challemaison hands down his verdict
Guilty sentence, treason for Abigail Irizarry in human form, signaled by the towns people
Cannot approach or reverse the cursed from the guilty.
Many a witness but few advance forward, begging to return to what they know
Winter and night, storm and stress, death harbingers.
Seizure qualm, writhing from the sagging armpits of soil
Squeezed ribs, stomach contorts, dimples constrict around infected wrinkles
The werewolf sprays prey as a female hunter, lupine threats vesper
Vivacious slaughter of killing, canine linkage smoking foam
Aching in the hunger and lonely for the prowl, smacks of cannibalism
She sits on haunches, moon full shattering her wet nose shooting the sky
Pickled pulsating neck, dismal drown, guttural howl spews
Jagged white teeth, keen sparkle in the pink moon, scathing whet
honed blades of strength, snaps rapidly, vicious tamp
Glazed sunken eyes, burning devour of a darkened passion, shadowed soul
Yellow nails talons the bridged with dried flesh remains.
Penetrating aroma lurches for her mucosal filled nostrils
In the late night a pregnant woman walks the street
and smells pleasant, raised paw bloody gnaw
Forest sprint with unborn in clutched jaws, fistula reaps the grave meadow
Chipped feet, cloven hoof traction, mud grind and callous
Clumps of clay red mud hair matted, tangled green swamp weeds dangle
from her tick infested root ears, trenchant lobe
Clotted gouts welt into her thick black blood

The Love for an Azalea Stem
Gothic hair standing on tail, only caution is the tooth
of a wolf wrapped in bay leaf. Gouging left thumb and uncut nail,
latched in Devil's goat skin. Damaged cloud, prances between blades of grass
Avoiding contact with wicked droplets of dew
Darkness shall rattle as she perches on an oak limb