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