Written and Drawn by Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2015, all rights reserved.
The Writings of Daniel Car Crash. Poetry, fiction, comedy. Copyright Daniel Smallegange.
Got me some at least
Tryin' to grab a hold of at least
Some of these new times
Sky lines are prettier than
Better than the old times dark times
Better than nothing or at least
Some times
Gotta start somewhere
Can't start these new times without letting go of the
Old times bad times
Got to get me some much needed
Down time also
Keep down low from all those less prudent
Hopes and schemes
Fears and dreams
Keep my head down
Can't help but realize
Ain't got the low down
Downtown
New times give rise high rise
Sky lines
Prettier than
Gotta start somewhere
Not like the old times
Need me some distance from past crimes
Don't want to dwell on no bad times
Don't want to do no hard time
Either
For old crimes old times
Need me some direction to
Go an' find some
New times better times
Also commit some new crimes
Get me some at least
New times
But not like the old times
Not like them
Dark times
By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2025, all rights reserved.
Polaroid of the author by Rachel Brennecke, Amsterdam, early 2000s.I want to
Greet you and meet you
Sweep you away
Take you down to the shed
Down to the old shed
Where all the demons head
Where they dance and plead victim
Where they drink and seek wisdom
And none know what's in store
Chastisement parked abandoned
Outside the door
Come here sweet mystery
And climb into my head
Let me take your arm
Down to that old shed
Where the merry are led
Where the demons head
To drink away their pain
And seldom do abstain
Down back near the old creek
Where it's dark and warm
Where all are safe from harm
I need to see you
By bonfire light
Sweep you away into the night
Take you down
Down to the old shed
Where all the demons head
And no one speaks of the dead
But of life, and where Bacchus rules
The dance is free of Christian loathing
Dancers soon bereft of clothing
Sweating and gyrating to the horns of Pan
Baby I need to
See you and press against you
Take you down the secret ways
Down to the shed
Where all the demons head
Libations for the duration
Leave your troubles at the door
Pound some drinks and hit the floor
Back down to the shed
Where the guilty have all fled
And innocence is all but dead
By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2015, all rights reserved.
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