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Hyperbole

Owen Winn

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Poetry

The West is afraid

The people shook
Death wipes his mouth
Your mortgage
Kids and car lease
Darkness everlasting
Overtime and
Weekends
Kissing the boss’s
Behind
Lock the doors
Silent dogs
Drinking.

Bogdan Tiganov

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Poetry

Dad’s dead

Dad, cut himself out
of every photograph
so one day I would forget him

Dad, cradling me as a baby
Dad, holding a tennis racquet
Dad, playing football in the park
Dad, watching Jackie Chan movies
Dad, who turned his back on me

A stone is always a stone
and my dad’s dead

Bogdan Tiganov

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Poetry

9-5

They take your spirit your soul
they take your ambition
and guts.

It doesn’t happen overnight
you don’t even notice it
until one day
you wake up
you’re 40
and very tired
constantly bored
with a giant tear
inside your head.

Bogdan Tiganov

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Poetry

Poetry is…

Poetry is
More popular online than prose
Who reads anything
Except writers

Poetry is
Not a get rich quick scheme
Or a school report
F

Poetry is
A dirty old maggot
Dancing to Ricky Martin
In an old drunks’ tavern

Poetry is
Turning up late for class
Shoelaces untied
Reeking of cigarettes

Poetry is
Poetry is
What can it be
Baby feet

Bogdan Tiganov



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Poetry

Self-portrait

Don’t stare into the mirror for too long, you’ll go mad.

Does my side view make me look smart with an air of timeless mystique like the portraits of Chekhov.

Or my front view for when my professionalism is too much for you to withstand – I was made for good work.

Or the body shot, in the mirror if poss, post-gym or before the party, my wares polished and sharpened for you. Just for you.

Happy, emanating goodness, I add emotion to your story.

Am I beautiful or ugly like my heroes? Admire me, don’t scroll by.

Bogdan Tiganov

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Poetry

freedom day

take back control
get Brexit done
stay home
protect the NHS
save lives

silenced with noise
politics and social
media politics and
social media the sweetest
pill to swallow

freedom day.

Bogdan Tiganov

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Poetry

The insincerity of words

I read somewhere about the insincerity of words –
writers bullshitting their way through, fake
here lying through the keyboard
masking cowardice with words –
I’m a scared little boy desperate
to woo you with these words.

Beneath all this fluff
I’m a barely functioning idiot, that’s all.

Bogdan Tiganov

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Poetry

New religions

Social media is a religion
gaming is a religion
big tech
the corporate world –
there’s always an altar
po-faced blind faith
money
hope
and everlasting life.

Bogdan Tiganov

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Poetry

World 2.0

I live in a world where
people are nine-foot tall eunuchs
crouching into tiny white cars,
dipping into bland little flats,
where no one fucks and
thought’s been replaced by
social filters and clickbait…
a world where I stare at a screen, or two,
every single day waiting for the rectangular bastard
to tell me what to do, how, and when.

Bogdan Tiganov