Like a Fist Strike to the Jaw

 Last and first and in between

Always there and far from here

Never forgetting seldom seen

You cannot come or intervene

There and near and far from clear

Send me somewhere far from here

First and last and in between

I cannot run I cannot scream

You will not aid or intervene

Cancel fear or breach the scene

I cannot seem to find the thought

All this hope is over wrought

Last and far and near from naught

Your sense of self you are self taught

No matter who becomes distraught

So far from me how can it be

A glance from you I cannot see

Like a fist strike to the jaw

Turmoil in a glass

Chilled like revenge

Coarse like first love

Pinned down

Like an insect in a box

Caught like a fist in the jaw

By: Daniel Smallegange

Cat on orange and purple edging, by Dan Smallegange

 

Cat Purrs: Comic by Dan Smallegange

 

Acquisition Madame

 You are talent

Said the Acquisition Madame

But you can't be in love

As when so afflicted 

You make bad poetry and awkward movements in general

Please shake free of it like the dogs when watered

And remove this break to your talent throttle Sir or

I can't use you at all

Or even one bit

As you no longer equal

Talent

When so afflicted with this disease and detriment

You become lesser-than

Like a sideways V pointing west

And my purpose and profession is that acquisition called

Talent

It says it right there on the door stenciled nicely

As everyone and even you can read

When perambulating through it to this here office desk which you sit

Parameters being what they be

Talent being that

Which I seek

So please fall out of said cause and or affliction

Forthwith

Said the Acquisition Madame

By: Daniel Smallegange