Snails

By: Dan Smallegange

Insist and Persist (a poem of fiction)

Why do you insist and persist
In fleeing my attention
You're getting blood
All over the carpet
I just bought that carpet
It's shag and cost me
Four hundred dollars
And you are getting your
Blood all over the carpet
Why you insist and persist
In crawling away
When I am being
So very attentive
Sharply attentive
You knocked over the arm chair too
And there is blood all over the tiles
And the worst thing blood
All over the brand new carpet
Why do you persist and insist
In committing such crimes
Is it the sharpening sounds
Causing you distress
Clean cuts like a clean floor
Next to godliness
And that door you struggle with is locked
And you're slipping on the floor
Come back here my dear
And we'll cut you to sleep

By: Daniel Smallegange

Your Beauty is a Knife Blade

Your beauty is a daunting endeavour
It forces my hand
And causes acts of anxiety
Traffic accidents no doubt too
When you cross the streets
Your beauty it lingers and
Conspires against me
It stings my mind and encompasses
Far too much attention
Your scorn is freely offered
A side dish
Your scorn is available
At a bulk discount
Kindness in its stead
For those others teeming
And becking your call
Your beauty is a knife blade
Double edged and platinum
Effecting and infecting
A disheveled wound my mind
And very slow to heal

By: Daniel Smallegange

My Laundry Lover

Oh baby, oh my true love
Come and see me and let me bathe in your tranquil sighs
Come and touch me and let me dance along your ever widening thighs
Come and kiss me and then let us slowly embrace
Come and face me and then let us do the interface
And then, oh my love
And then my precious dear
And then...
And then...
Do my laundry for me
And fold it and put it neatly away
For meeeeeeeeeeee
If you love meeeeeeeeee
Like I love meeeeeeeee, I mean you
You'll come and visit and do
My laundry for me

By: Daniel Smallegange

Windswept Hills

Kiss the skull for good luck
And tussle its straggly hair
Heads on posts and
Grudge holding ghosts
Wailing on the wind swept hills
They grin and stare
Maws agape
Leering full of hate
Freely giving
Passersbye the chills
Wailing as they do
On the windswept hills
But kiss a skull when you pass
To avoid ill luck and
Have no truck with
Curses against them or suffer
Saccharine reverses
And evil perverses
The likes of which you not soon forget
Much ado about regret
Lick a skull for good measure
Those who seek treasure
Or you might end up joining them
You might end up owning a
Lonesome post yourself
As other things more dangerous than these
Slow moaning ghosts
Lurk in the windswept hills

By: Daniel Smallegange

Your Love is Like a Landmine

Your love is like a landmine I have stepped on
and now cannot move for fear of oblivion
While your kiss is like slow death
But pleasurable and memorable and
Your thighs are best left un-thought of
Such a prison of perfect precision when they are
Wrapped about me
Your love is
Like a a pitcher plant I have no want
Of escaping even if
This was plausible
And your eyes of ice
Grey with speckles of lonesome decay
Your eyes full of mischief and vice
They pin me down
Pierce me with scalpel-like zeal
So sharp
I feel no pain
Your love is like a landmine
Paralyzing
And now I cannot move for fear of
Oblivion

By: Daniel Smallegange

I am Broken

I am broken
Just like you
Twisted and pulled apart
Stripped and teeth barred
Snarls of defiance
Tremulous tears
And rueful
And you too are broken
You also show strains
It magnifies your attractive qualities
Your essence leaks out
All over the floor and makes things
Sticky
Broken
Just like me
We are thieves unto one another
Slipping into each other's
Cracks and breaches
We are fools, also
And will fight to ill ends
I am broken
Stripped and teeth barred
Just as you

By: Daniel Smallegange