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.

California

Midnight stroke on my way to California
I’m going to stick to your petal, the one dripping honey
Stick to your fingers, like lick kick beatnik
Chic your fingers until they’re plastic
Midnight slide on my way to California
Tremble jive on your backside, up or down bedside
Almost tied down, don’t stop the slide you cried
Joyride inside, moist broadside floored and never dried
Midnight jam on my way to California
Knees bleeding wood, ram to the grooves of cram
Slippery noises padded flesh, heat wave slam
The offspring swam to a new joy, so please don’t scram
Midnight leak on my way to California
Your timely reek never turns away tongue-tied sleek
Freak makes home inside your cells of streak
Across the fruited creek where wetness reigns mystique
Midnight watch on my way to California
Crotch fester veins clinching into the splotch
Dig an outstretched leg against my face of blotch
One more notch, one more botch, you are topnotch
Midnight rub on my way to California
Scrub the inside, either end if fine for your sub
Pain screams your stub against the hardened bathtub
I don’t care if it is cracked, that’s my preferred grub
Midnight on my way to California
Tonight inside another night
To make you right
Tones erotic
Quiet