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.

EAT DUST

Pollen Burns from the undertow of the moon.
Hazy grass guns, wheat and cotton.
Arid and dull with stickers and shoestrings.
Everybody prays for cold rain.
Soiled and tarnished and bulging hips
kitchen rats scurry over cold toes.
Monsoons bring about soaring potatoes.
Ditches lost and roads sank, detergent
suds behind the trailer, steering fluid swirls against putty.
Maybe a desert will sprout amongst the floods.
We filled two socks full of shells and then threw them
away. Wrapped in winds of cellophane, lurching inside
the wet sand. Blankets scattered and people missing.
We stood on the edge, feeling suction, pebbles and watched
eighteen tankers sink. Sour sun and flanked rays.
Hurricanes, they never stop but they glow.
We sell bread on a carriage in the clouds,
yellow light reactor with only one breast and it
wreaks from pond cream. A little white younger,
exuberant deuce, cozy, marsh with their crony;
the sun. Wasting on the prairie, face up with wet
costumes.
Blanch skies with scuds of clouds
Until
We try to bask in a bolt of lightning invading thermal light. Testify the acres
in the blistering cold. Stings bright, red, sultry, until they
both meet. Shingles and gravel slap the face when they torque.
Violins riddle with….

Muck, lather, vamped air rising through the nostrils, slipping
axles and the plastic forehead pieces for men.