Upright Emphatic

If I can't get
Because you want
I shall transpose
The get
To not where you are so
Emphatically
Wanting
Why you looking so
Standing arms crossed
Tapping of your foot
Is disregarded
The idea of your
Want
Is what attracted me
So and therefore
You being removed
Dislocated from
Invalidates my desire
To get
But I would rather this
Than you win
If I can't get
Looking so upright emphatic
Arms crossed
Foot tapping

By: Daniel Smallegange

All Over the Place

Don't get your DNA all over the place
Don't sweat it out or drool
And stand up straight
What are you expecting
Answers to questions but there are none
The only answer is wrong and you
Your will is against the other wills
My will is irredeemable and also
Wrong facing
Stop leaning you'll fall
There is polish to your lies
And you look not inelegant at times
Spare me however those looks of
Admiration and or seduction
Spare me too the sweep of your embrace and the
Eye contact when you look downwards
Distrust and blood and sweat and drool
Your DNA is mixing all up
With mine
I feel the combination
I feel the closeness gripping
Like an ever tightening fist
Like a trap
Your DNA and mine
All over the place

By: Daniel Smallegange

According To Those

According to those
Standing against us
We are at a crossroads
However
And depending on whims
And whimsy
We decline the invitation
To cross any and all such
Roads and or avenues
Rubicons neither
Decline the invitation
For
Participation
In the so called
Revolution
Patent pending
We also decline
The preordained results
And also attempts at
Scheduling
Execution dates
Pertaining to
Our bodies and or
Minds
According to those
Who predict a revolution
At a crossroads
We decline

By: Daniel Smallegange

In Pain

And so we are
In pain
As we remember
His pain
Failed to realize the extent
He hid so well
So much pain
And then he decided to
End his pain
Of which we failed to realize
He had decided to
Book a hotel room
And
End his pain
Which caused our pain
And now we remember
Our shared pain
And he is gone
But we remember
And so we are
In pain
But we remember

By: Daniel Smallegange

Cat Juvenile Delinquents Comic by Dan Smallegange

Potted Plant Melodrama. Comic by Daniel Smallegange

Little Thing

There is a little thing
And it is
Some thing
Required thing
And you want this thing
And you can not reach
This thing
It is a little thing
Dreamt of thing
To which you cling
This required thing
You cannot have
This thing is but
A little thing
But it is
Some thing
Required thing
You cannot reach

By: Daniel Smallegange

Sing For Your Supper

Blood stains
You got some
Blood stains there
Staining up your
Maw and chest
Clean up your act
Lest they think you
Uncivilized
And remove that herring bone
From your hair
It is no longer
In fashion
Smile less ruthless
And more
Rueful
And
Speak nothing of no
Shanghaiing
Nor the Five Points
Nor Bowery Boys or beatings
Either
At very least and
In the end
Clean up them stains there
Upon maw and chest
Lest they oblige you to
Sing for your supper

By: Daniel Smallegange

And to My Knees

And then you walk
Away and not
Toward
My eyes downcast
And then you stop
As does my heart
And trembling turn
Hesitating
The weight of expectation
Oppressing
Condensing
Time
You bite your lip and
I cannot move
Rooted
Your beauty present
But not your
Intent
Longing
I dare not breathe
And you
Hesitating
And then you walk
Away
And to my knees
I fall

By: Daniel Smallegange

Blood Onrushing

The viaducts are creaking
Tremble with grace
But share out
The opposite of your fear
Mend your ways instead
And commune with your maker
As walls begin to tremble
As tangible fears
Taste like
Salt or copper
In the mouth
A correlation of
Your own
Blood onrushing
A correlation
Notwithstanding
The crying of metal
As it shifts and takes
A final bow
Call out and spread
Methodology and fail to
Undermine
Or hide and whimper and growl
The viaducts are creaking with
Strain and
Soon to be freed
Violence
Like salt or copper
Like Your blood
Onrushing

By: Daniel Smallegange

Tendrils of Hope

You cut an
Uncompromising line
Stand still and hold back
The tears and fears
Which clutch at your
Tendrils of hope
Which clutch at your
Tiny fortitude
Which does
Maintain your line
If barely
Your knees appear to tremble
Your back begins to ache
Stand still as a blade await
But only so long may you maintain
This rigid discipline
Against the fears and tears
Tendrils of hope you clutch at
In vain or in hope
The dust that cakes your weary form
Stirs do the increasing
Beating of your
Heart

By: Daniel Smallegange

I Have Compromised the Data

I have compromised the data
Of the switchback
Of your mind
Therein lies a
Paradox
A wilful error
In search of truth
I have overwhelmed
The infrastructure
Undermined the authority
Of the tentpegs
I seek indulgence into fear
I seek pleasure from your
Strain and
Discomfort to bear
The beauty of the words now
Flowing
Compromising the switchback
The data in streams
Violently churning
In your mind
The ghosts of
Complacency and your
Rigidity
Will succumb
I have compromised
The data

By: Daniel Smallegange

Chairman Meow, by Daniel Smallegange

In the Dust Bowl

In the dust bowl
There aren't enough
Able bodies or Cains
And masked ones remain
Throughout the landscape
Innocence is lost
My heart for an ounce only
Of metered revenge
There aren't enough
Bodies able
To dance for rain
Amongst the withered cane
My heart only for
A moment in time
Throughout the landscape
Masked ones remain
Lost in hope
For innocents to sacrifice
In prayers for rain
In the dust bowl

By: Daniel Smallegange

Fishes: Comic by Daniel Smallegange

A Moonless Night

In the darkness of
A moonless night
The heat of our touch
Leads
Clutching fingers become
Principal senses
Probing mouths
Our arms wrapped as one
Pressing
And burning
Forehead to forehead
Sweat intermixing
Your tattoos tastes of salt
Searing thoughts
Burst and crackle
Embers of fire undiminished
By the rivulets of
Sweat
Steam and heat
Your fingers rake my back
My teeth on your neck
Lust and hope
Feelings of
Fear and love
Entertwined
In the darkness of
A moonless night

By: Daniel Smallegange

Amber

Eyes the colour of
Amber
Hard as glass
My thoughts get trapped within
Those eyes
Glinting and bright
My thoughts imprisoned and
Seeming unable
to look any other
Ways
Such beauty and
Sultry intrigue
In eyes
Hard as glass
My thoughts are trapped
Surrounded blanketed
Blocked from any other
Than you and your
Eyes the colour of
Amber

By: Daniel Smallegange

Snail: Comic by Daniel Smallegange

Silent

You look in to my eyes
And cry out
You cry out in
Solidarity
To the pain you see
When you look in to
My eyes
You say
Then laugh
Then wipe away my tear
Then kiss me gently
Upon the
lips
All the while
I am
Silent

By: Daniel Smallegange

Grey Walls

Grey walls
You got grey walls
All coming up surround
Creeping with vine
Your walls
They keep your emotions
In check
And prevent them exterior
From moving in towards
Interior ways
Your grey walls are high my friend
They intimidate the would be
Climber
They make you look
Less than eager to
Make acquaintanceships
And maybe
Conversing over a massive high
Grey walls
Not so conducive to
Civilized discussion
But I must say maybe
Maybe you require those
Grey walls also
To keep whats you within
To prevent you lashing without
Causing irreparable harms
Them grey walls are
Something anyways
So high an'
Wide
Ever creeping
With vine

By: Daniel Smallegange

Cat Marxism: Comic by Daniel Smallegange

We Shall Dance

We can dance all night
With the stars burning bright
And the wind through our hair
And our love in the air
Pressed cheek to cheek
Destined to meet

With my hands on your waist
It is hope we do chase
True depths of desire
Through the passion of fire
As we dance through the night
Our hands held so tight

We'll waltz through the trees
Where no one shall see
With the moon shining bright
We'll dance through the night
Reeling 'round thoughts
Passion burning so hot

With the world at our feet
We can move through the heat
Of our love and desire
The passion of fire
As you open your arms
And we kiss through the storm

We shall dance
We shall dance
We shall dance

By: Daniel Smallegange

Comic by Daniel Smallegange

Sexual Competition in Nature. Comic by Daniel Smallegange.

Comic by Daniel Smallegange

Fault Line Heartline

Hardline
There is a
Fault line
Hardwire heartline
I need me
Give me some
Down time
Give me some
Remedy for all
What ails
Fault line heartline
Gimme gimme some
Down time
Gotta getta
Gotta get away
Got to run and
Find me some
Remedy to this
Hard line
Salvation some
Remedial respite
From the
Hardline fault line
From the from the
Heartlines burning
Fault lines cracking
Gouging turning
Gimme a different kinda
Kind of
Down time
Need me a direct line
To those selfsame
Fault lines
Give me some
Remedial respite
To my
Hardline heartlines

By: Daniel Smallegange

Toil Away

Toil away
And work and linger
Let me see your grace
Let me look you in the eyes
and wipe the sweat upon your
brow
The tear in your eye
While you toil away
I shall linger
On the shape of your waist
On the tip of your tongue
Linger whilst you
Toil away
In the garden of
My mind
Toil away in the
Windswept vista
Of my heart
And I shall linger
While you stare and
Toil away

By: Daniel Smallegange

Comic by Daniel Smallegange

I Caught a Knife

I caught a knife in the
Caught a knife in the heart
One grey winter day
Reading a winding scrawl
She'd written with a nail
On the
On the
Hardwood
Hardwood floors
It said she was gone
Never to return
She'd written with a nail
On the god damn
Hardwood floors
The nail remained
An exclamation
On a grey winter day
Wrote that
I'd never see her no more
I like those god damned
Hardwood floors
The wood is imported

By: Daniel Smallegange

A Certain Shade of Green

Your drool is a certain
Shade of green
It makes your thin lips seem
A little more
Vulnerable
And has a lovely sheen
Which is deceiving
And wrong leaning
As you are composed mainly
Of iron and stone
Your eyes all crazed and full of light
Intensely beamed and burning bright

A certain shade of green
Covers your skin like armour
A verdigris
Your legs are long for running
Your arms impossible to resist
Or disentangle
Your eyes undeniable
Your heart irrefutable
Clench your fists up and
Let me hold you tight
Bathing in your sheen
A certain shade of green
Wrong leaning
And deceiving
I am left
Vulnerable
To eyes all crazy and
Full of light
Wrong leaning and
Deceiving
A certain shade of
Green

By: Daniel Smallegange