The Writings of Daniel Car Crash. Poetry, fiction, comedy. Copyright Daniel Smallegange.
Friday, August 28, 2020
Friday, August 21, 2020
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
Cries of War
The clouding of hearts and the
Accompanying
Rising fear that settles like
A mist to obscure the views of
Better times and dreams past and future tense
Like dust
Like locusts that blot out the sun
These obstruct desires and intelligence alike
Vision an' plans an' thoughts an' streams
Consciousness
Accomplices I seek and the
Establishment of alibis for
Imminent crimes
Seeking kin akin for the time inevitable
When the mist rises
The dust settles and
The season of the insect
Declines
I will have weathered
Endured
Remain unaltered
The changing of the course of winds
Rains to baptize
Rising from the mire and dirt
Lungs filling
To let loose
Cries of war
Accompanying
Rising fear that settles like
A mist to obscure the views of
Better times and dreams past and future tense
Like dust
Like locusts that blot out the sun
These obstruct desires and intelligence alike
Vision an' plans an' thoughts an' streams
Consciousness
Accomplices I seek and the
Establishment of alibis for
Imminent crimes
Seeking kin akin for the time inevitable
When the mist rises
The dust settles and
The season of the insect
Declines
I will have weathered
Endured
Remain unaltered
The changing of the course of winds
Rains to baptize
Rising from the mire and dirt
Lungs filling
To let loose
Cries of war
By: Daniel Smallegange
Sunday, August 2, 2020
Rains
The rains when they come
Washeth all away
The sins and the dust from
Long journeys and dark works
Wash everything clean except
The joy the cool waters enable
Purity in the cold or
Calming mud in the grass
Embrace and be still
Parched throats no more
The heat and dry rash of fear
Banished in the torrent
Laugh at the skies and
Dance to the
Thunder and the musings
Of faraway gods
Prey you don't get lost in the
Lashing grey, however
Or too swept away
In the coming floods engendered
By the very life saving
Rains you celebrate
Washeth all away
The sins and the dust from
Long journeys and dark works
Wash everything clean except
The joy the cool waters enable
Purity in the cold or
Calming mud in the grass
Embrace and be still
Parched throats no more
The heat and dry rash of fear
Banished in the torrent
Laugh at the skies and
Dance to the
Thunder and the musings
Of faraway gods
Prey you don't get lost in the
Lashing grey, however
Or too swept away
In the coming floods engendered
By the very life saving
Rains you celebrate
By: Daniel Smallegange
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