A King David of Our Times, poetry by Bogdan Dragos at Spillwords.com
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A King David of Our Times

A King David of Our Times

written by: Bogdan Dragos

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I didn’t have a car
or a driving license

or the penchant
to get either

It was one of the low
points in life
not because I didn’t have
what I wanted
but because I didn’t know
what I wanted

no dreams
no ambitions
no energy

My hands were holding nothing
but free time,
about to discard it
into the
wastebasket of reality

I sat alone on
the small bench in the
bus station

waiting
and not waiting

tired
without effort

And then I saw him

across
the boulevard

By the side of another bus
station
and near the trash cans

He was small
but swift as a mouse

and just as dirty
as one

Barefoot
ragged

Even from that distance
I could make out
the scabs on his skin

They were overshadowed
only by the crimson
anger that blazed
through his
small frame

He was angry at
life
angry at the world
His soul boiling over
with unfulfilled desires

The frustration of
existing in the big
city
but not being able to live
in it
coursed through his veins

The boulevard was
bright with neon lights
and adorned with
restaurants
and fast-foods
and clothing stores
and billboards with big,
smiley faces
looking down on him

THESE WONDERFUL
PRODUCTS
THAT WE’RE HOLDING
AND ENJOYING, they seemed
to say to him, ARE NOT
FOR YOU AND NEVER
WILL BE. BUT YOU
MIGHT WATCH US.
HAHAHAHAHA!

Their silent but eternal
words echoed
inside his small head,
frying his brains
in
green and gray
juices of hatred

but he wasn’t passive
to their bullying

Oh no, he stood up
to those smiling, laughing,
mocking giants

I saw him pick random
pebbles from the
street and
trash from the
trash cans
and
like a storm
his small hands
hurled the stuff
right into the faces of
giants

He had godlike aim
Hit their foreheads
and their stupid smiles, knocking
off teeth or staining
their whiteness with dirt

A while later a bus
passed by
and he threw stuff at the
people smiling in the ad it
displayed on the side. I think
it was an ad for
herbal teas or some
food supplements

He got them good
again
but the bus turned on its
emergency lights
and stopped

The kid vanished
into the alleys

and the bus driver
turned the emergency lights
off and drove on

Everything and
everyone moved on
but myself

I stood there

static

A part of me envying the
little David who
threw defiant
stones at the giants in
his life
and another part
pitying me for envying him

I felt
pathetic

defeated

The giants in my life
were all inside
of me

I didn’t know how
to throw rocks at them

so for a while
I kept throwing rocks
at myself

I still do
from time to time

but now I can
write about it and it somehow
feels better

Bogdan Dragos

Bogdan Dragos

Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog - Daydreaming as a Profession.
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