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.

THIMBLE DOCK

The winter soup smokes from a shimmering surface
Gravies and sauces crunching the city’s south port
Curdled and thickened with flavors of lemony slap
Bouncing traces of pollution and foghorns, stitch and settle
Thimble dock and folding ropes, perfect for scramming
Lobster paint with crates of spray, trout slices
and crab claws, crime from between the cement
cracks, racks of fish, gills flexing while eyes steady
Cubed ice and net bait for the thimble dock

All night long, just a little watch boy
caught and sat

Burlap sack, nylon twist ties and apple bags
White bark and olive oil underneath her fingernails
When we dropped her lifeless into the water,
she splashed water up
into our faces. I left skin from my big toe on the cement dock.
Rasp graze and debris, a product of scramming

All night long, just a little watch boy
caught and sat

Identity flung, blotted crude. Stretchable mask rebounding
resilient isolation. White elasticity with perspiration and water
beading off my rubber mask, wreck and shreds, sour insolent

All night long, just a little watch boy
caught and sat

Rust from a tongue never snags, I turn and look at the boy
crouching and watching, reaches of lacquer stretching toward
summary. Spurned and trifled, I stagger from the
boy’s stagnancy. Mold and blight on the dock’s fever
The wind wakes my hair through the open car window, leaving the
thimble dock in always;
and when the bell has turned over it is time to calm down.

Another satisfaction, another one down, another gone.