Comic by Daniel Smallegange

When a Trickle Becomes

When a trickle becomes
A roar
And you no longer hear
The laughter
And you no longer court
Disaster
But eagerly seek
Not that which came before but
The here and after
Seek also
A friend amongst the
Wolves
Which run and howl
An ally or one who can
Comprehend
Your sorrow, loss and pain
Squinting look straight
At the sun
And with those wolves now run
Do not hesitate or falter
Until and only when
The roar becomes
A trickle

By: Daniel Smallegange

The Poster for my Imaginary Jazz Band.

By Dan Smallegange

Comic by Dan Smallegange

A Wise Person...

A wise person told me to find love
You must first really love yourself
So I jerked off three times back to back
Now we play the waiting game

By: Dan Smallegange

Don't Let Go

You got snakes
They crawl down around your earlobes and neck
They hiss and make biting dance moves
Whensoever I try an'
Get too close
My arms are covered in stings an' venom
You got fangs too and they
Sometimes press deep
Impress against my flesh and or
Skin cells
Those of my
Person
And I like my person
Your forked tongue too is
Lashing
And I wish you'd clench me
Less and less
Tightly
I wish you'd unhinge your claws
As they bite too and make my
Mind shut tight
But your eyes they hypnotize
Your eyes they mystify and
Mesmerize
Even though your teeth claws
Causes some
Degrees
Discomfort
And my red red blood cells
Are becoming too the
Difficult
To replace
Even though
Don't let go
Please
Don't
Let go

By: Daniel Smallegange