Bring What You Can Take and What You Need

I am a work of fiction

I am a work of fiction

Cleverly cultivated lies

Dancing on the spikes

Of those awaiting 

Crucifixion

Crucifixion

They don't like my choice of diction

But they are not keen on conversation

Those awaiting crucifixion

So

Bring what you can take and what you need

Bring what you can take and what you need

Come to me with speed

Come to me with speed

Bring what you can take and what you need what you need

The hammerers neither

But I am slyer

And catch the next bus

To Chicago

To Chicago

Where I will go to

Be myself

Sit and muse

Parlay with whores

Parlay with whores

As they seep me of my stores

In turn for advice

On what I should do

About the stye 

In my

Mentally prepared

Subconsciousness

Subconsciousness

You are not conscious but

You are not conscious but

Bring what you can take and what you need

Bring what you can take and what you need

Come to me with speed

Come to me with speed

Bring what you can take and what you need what you need

Despite the weather

My dirty laundry we will wash

Bring what you can take and what you need

Come to me with speed

As I wash away fictions

Predilections

So cleverly cultivated

Though they be

I will take pictures of our feet

No holes from nails here

And we will greet

Crocodiles and check their teeth

For bones and keys

long lost

Their pedigree also

Feast on juniper trees

Building new fictions treasures and lies

Together

Together

Waltzing through streets

Through Cairo streets

Building new fictions and lies

Together

Together

Written by Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2002, all rights reserved.

Photo of the author early 2000s.