From Even in Greatest Darkness

From even in greatest darkness
We have our need
To shield us from
The light
We have our need for
Secrets, silence and the safety of
Ambiguity
Dancing in our cloaks of grey
Waltzing in our fierce disguise
Solace in the solitary heart
From even in greatest darkness
We have our need
For the calm and the serene
Peace and the defence of
Obscurity
Discretion wrapped in a black dress
Comfort in the languid arms
Of midnight
But even in greatest darkness
The light creeps in
Revealing, reveling
All that which
We wish to hide
From even in greatest darkness
We have our need

By: Daniel Smallegange

Tender Reminiscences of an Aging Sociopath

Remember when we were self
Motivated
And we were self
Confident and
Sweetly vicious with victory
Remember when we were new to the world
Oh so prim and pretty
Young and full of fight
Free and talking war against
Whoever lost the coin toss
Talking revolution and talking of unlatching
All the pens from which the people stare
The self made prisons where they
Sit and sulk and feed the machine
As long as they get their three square talk show gruel
Remember how easy they were
To sabotage
To infiltrate
To destroy
Remember when you and I
Would talk long into the night about
Truth and beauty and love and
The vibrations of murder
It seems only yesterday
So sweetly yesterday
When I threw that bomb into the supermarket
Just to wake them up
But it didn't wake them up
They just all stared
They just all died
Remember those sweet sultry times
Freedom through violence
Death as an aperitif
When we were killers
We two lovers

By: Daniel Smallegange

Cat by Dan Smallegange

 

by Dan Smallegange, all rights reserved, copyright 2006.

Resistance Machinery

Oh how you can oppress me
With your beauty and your
Methodology of seduction, your
Wanting need and fiery disposition, which
Leaves no room for any of that
Resistance machinery
Leaves no resistance for anything
Named willpower or pride or run
Stroll around, encircling
Lingering in the sun
Your eyes and those perfect formed lips
Demand vast reserves of attention
Biting your lip and half-smiles
Throw wrenches into any of that
Oh so well prepared
Resistance machinery
Your beauty and your
Curving sweet sultry walk
A neck just begging for it
It is oppressive this is
Resistance machinery
Unprepared
Unpropelled
Undone
Oh how you can oppress me
With your dreams and the majesty
Of your tragic mindset
How you can smile and devastate entire
Systems of well maintained defence
Walls crumble under the shake
Of you
Crucified upon your unfettered charm and
The cunning of your sway
Resistance machinery
Overwhelmed
Undone

There is you

By: Daniel Smallegange

Travesties We Shine Like Flares Slow to Fade

Rich with lust and
The spoils of your perfect laughter
Running through the maelstrom
Grinning like fools
Travesties we shine like flares slow to fade
Burning red with boasts of
Other people's shame
Burning our hearts into beacons
Magnets to attract all order of outcast
All class of rebel and denier
Into the fold
Pride and a dalliance with deviants
We fling ourselves wide into the night
And embrace the hedonistic viewpoint
We slaughter the consciousness of
Rapt eager slaves of religion and conscience
We dance on their fallen morals with gusto
And fling our passion like salt upon their wounds
To the dogmatic worshipers we give freely
Handfuls of fear laced with the dust of their
Adored dead deities
Roaring forth and sounding battle cries
Huddled forth in dark embrace in doorways
Tongues of bliss and no shame in sight
Running along moonlight
We shine, travesties all
Like flares slow to fade
Rich with lust and the knowledge of beauty
The spoils of your perfect laughter
The absolute victory of
My hand resting gently on the curve of your waist
Walking then running then pausing for love
Defying death for just a little bit more
We the travesties
Blinking bright and overwhelming the night
Steel clutched in our teeth like roses
Violence in heart and mind
Our eyes locked on truth and beauty and love
Faith only in ourselves
Shining bright

By: Daniel Smallegange

In the Downtown, part two

The sirens all around
In the downtown
We don't bat an eyelash
We don't even notice
As all through the night
The sirens wail and run and scream
People living all around us
Dropping like flies
Sirens the soundtrack
Like the trains ever running
Along the tracks in the background
Sirens the soundtrack
Of the downtown
Crying throughout
The long dark night
Of our chemical concrete jungle
In the miasma of
The wilderness labyrinth heyday maze
Craze of cement and steal
Decay and dust
Spraypaint and whirl
Come venture and dare enter
Into the darkness
Be scared and be scorned
See the people rooting through failed dreams
And vicious compromise
Wild eyes and a broken bottle kiss
Walking in rags with a stolen shopping cart
While no one thinks anything
Of the unending sirens
Blanketing our night skies
In the downtown

By: Daniel Smallegange

In the Downtown at 3 a.m.

Rain lashing and
The happenstance of fear
It is dancing behind the headlights
And echoing in the distant, unseen footsteps
Reflected off the chain-link fencing that
Binds our pleasure also
Along with the dread of our resolute
Lack of hope and faith
Pleasure through fear
Flickering in the general vicinity
Of our dry and wanting eyes
The hissing of neon
In the dark rain
Rain ever lashing while the steam and fog beguile
This cement floored morass
Fear through pleasure and the wet slow drip
A slow moan and another slumped figure decorating
A blind alley
The moans of pleasure or pain are
Indeterminate
No one stopping either way
Cars screeching
As rain lashes down
In the downtown
At 3 a.m.

By: Daniel Smallegange