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The Writings of Daniel Car Crash. Poetry, fiction, comedy. Copyright Daniel Smallegange.
Monday, June 22, 2015
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Tongue and Talon
It is the old wound
The one that refuses to heal
The one whose scars form
An identifying match
To your tongue and talon
This the one which
Troubles
Out of a list longer than
All my fears and dreams
It stands out in indignation
Cries for closure
Or at the least
Revenge
The old wound
Constant reminder of you
Your cunning intellect
The beauty of your weaponry
A wound only your
Tongue and talon
Can heal
Embrace me once more
Come back to my arms
So I may grant you
Love or death
The one that refuses to heal
The one whose scars form
An identifying match
To your tongue and talon
This the one which
Troubles
Out of a list longer than
All my fears and dreams
It stands out in indignation
Cries for closure
Or at the least
Revenge
The old wound
Constant reminder of you
Your cunning intellect
The beauty of your weaponry
A wound only your
Tongue and talon
Can heal
Embrace me once more
Come back to my arms
So I may grant you
Love or death
By: Daniel Smallegange
Monday, March 30, 2015
Shadows of Light
I seek
No sparkles
Nor bubbles
I seek the light
Of truth
Yet only for
The shadows
It does cast
I seek strange ways
And Brighter paths
Lit only
By these Shadows
Alone
I shall walk
Guided by these
Shadows of Light
No sparkles
Nor bubbles
I seek the light
Of truth
Yet only for
The shadows
It does cast
I seek strange ways
And Brighter paths
Lit only
By these Shadows
Alone
I shall walk
Guided by these
Shadows of Light
By: Daniel Smallegange
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Medium Rare
She passes and the dust is moved
She glances and the amber hewn
Down
Carving up my excuses
Cutting up the past
Plying me with mooses
In a trilogy of herbivores
Of which she takes such a store
Her love affair with herbivores
Medium rare
Is quite well known
As the dust is moved
With her passing
And the amber screwed
And she's laughing
I wish you could hear the score
Of their bleets
The trilogy of
Herbivores
As she passes
Affixing me
With glances
Hot enough to make romances
Just hot enough to cook herbivores
Medium rare
She glances and the amber hewn
Down
Carving up my excuses
Cutting up the past
Plying me with mooses
In a trilogy of herbivores
Of which she takes such a store
Her love affair with herbivores
Medium rare
Is quite well known
As the dust is moved
With her passing
And the amber screwed
And she's laughing
I wish you could hear the score
Of their bleets
The trilogy of
Herbivores
As she passes
Affixing me
With glances
Hot enough to make romances
Just hot enough to cook herbivores
Medium rare
By: Daniel Smallegange
Saturday, February 28, 2015
In the Forest
Come and light the candles and
We'll walk the forests free
From fear and holding hands will
Stoop to study smile and see
The tiny wonders of the earth then
Fall
Into one another's arms
All the while disregarding
The vanishing light of candles
As we heat the earth with our
Licking flames of lust
As we sink and swim our way
Into the darkness
In to love
In the forest
We'll walk the forests free
From fear and holding hands will
Stoop to study smile and see
The tiny wonders of the earth then
Fall
Into one another's arms
All the while disregarding
The vanishing light of candles
As we heat the earth with our
Licking flames of lust
As we sink and swim our way
Into the darkness
In to love
In the forest
By: Daniel Smallegange
Monday, February 23, 2015
I
I am
Delirious with rage
The subcutaneous lover
Tall eyed
Aquifer of the many
Broken hearted few
Delirious with rage
The subcutaneous lover
Tall eyed
Aquifer of the many
Broken hearted few
By Dan Smallegange
Sunday, February 8, 2015
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