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.

STOP!

The wind punished and blitzed across the porch. The plastic Glad bag of yellow and red
leaves snapping against the brick wall. Grub worms and spiders love the plastic bag full of
wet leaves smeared of damp and stagnant foliage. A warm blend of something like urine
when your in bed.

Laziness beyond belief; still never worthless.
Cold air breaths through the sliding glass door. Instant grogginess occurs as I am crippled
of patience, pouring sting into my eyes. Matching Country Time Lemonade, sour and wrinkled
as it is, squirting lemon juice into the smoldering sun. To dread the future of no sleep
puncturing my nerve.

Laziness beyond belief; still never worthless.
Irritating and suffering in fault, the warmth of my body halts me from moving outside. Leisurely I
raise out of bed but not much further that that. The frigid air is cranky and the blurring red numbers
seem to jump around when I stare at the early alarm clock. Negativity outweighs due reasoning.
My head is a muffler.

Laziness beyond belief; still never worthless.
The porch still held captive the Coca Cola can, skipping into the cement and spicing against
the glass door. I walk and bury my face into the bathroom sink, sandy toothpaste and smeared
residue. The aroma of rusty pipes disturbs my stomach roots. The latching jaws of interpretation
will not release.

Laziness beyond belief; still never worthless.
Like when you hold a Polaroid picture in your hand and cannot stop from scratching the black
back with your fingernail, your whole body shutters. Once again the time is coming near for me to
follow the every day hatred that I must tolerate. Proclaiming my proud slouch to no one because
I have none.

Laziness beyond belief; still never worthless.
Coffee grounds pile and sugar grain heap under counter place mats and on the linoleum floor.
Just try to walk barefoot through the mess. Forever some type of roasted down reaction. My thoughts
are glazing donuts sopping in golden syrup. Always afraid to leave the times I know.
The context determines interpretation

Laziness beyond belief; still never worthless.
Liquid claims uttering black separatist, insulating black from yellow in an empty Tupperware glass.
Sad: like a banjo sleeping late in cold salad dressing. Incredible fashion to slip away.
I hasten dour attitudes and freeze my way to nowhere. Forces aligned against intentions,
a time line not favorable.

Laziness beyond belief; still never worthless.
Fuming mistakes and spirit stains shove me into a comfortable spot.