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.

She was the Conditioner for Trent. But, interpretation always blows everything. So, Trent must go out and find another Conditioner. It will not be easy.

CONDITIONER
The window air conditioner hummed coolness if it did.

No cooling air is
GUEST:
The melted ice cubes plunged to the bottom of her empty glass. Her slouched body formed a bridge with her bare feet propped on the coffee table. The corner of the ceiling grew louder and larger during the silence of sharing. The corner slowly twisted, knees tighten and paint moistened. Yawns abrupt screams in the silverware.

No cooling air is
FEMALE HOST:
Sticky breathing and no window screen, piddles paltry to her esteem. Her teeth were chattering like a lawn mower running over cement. Usually about nothing so important. All buttons undone while analyzing the miniature family. Sweat dazzling down the mid rib cage. Under the crack in the door, anybody’s toes will fit.

No cooling air is
MALE HOST:
Late for coolers. Marlboro Lights residue smudges the breeze of swift walking past to the restroom. He really is not very smart, to a point of irritating the presence. Brink sends him downstairs so the rest can take turns. He cannot look back or make the noise eclipse.

No cooling air is
GUEST:
Three watches she continues to glance. Impatient toward their sour breath of alcohol and smoke. Seeking red under everyone’s attention, she bats a drop even with the wedding nearby. He looks, she looks, and hands at midnight laying on floor mats. Oily fade spare the coolness, hiking dock and spending time inside the guest.

No cooling air is
GUEST:
I can feel the praise of a satisfied hair toss. Quick head turns, just a line and then taste, murderous times, her thigh relaxes on my arm, shoulders rebounding. The bedroom is dark, empty while I stand in the bathroom door and look. Shaved, craved and always cooped up.