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There is a life
That dances in
Blue eyes
I love when they
Shine and smile
I want them laughing
Your lips parted
Anticipating
A kiss
Also

By: Daniel Smallegange

There's a Black Spot There

There's a black spot there
On your soul, man
As in rot or even
I E mildew
It's starting to smell
Your soul that is
It irritates the senses
My sensory machinery
Is unhappy and
Overwhelmed
And you've leaked some
Over all over
There
It's lying there trembling
A puddle on the floor
Clean up your soul, darling
Clean up your face
Place of
Refuge
Grab some respect and stop your
Drooling
And that black spot won't come out
I know and, erragh, I know
Mine too is
Long lasting
Tarnish though
And not gangrene -ish
Like yours
And leaking there
Out and onto
The upholstery

By: Daniel Smallegange

Down to the Shed (Where all the Demons Head)

I want to
Greet you and meet you
Sweep you away
Take you down to the shed
Down to the old shed
Where all the demons head
Where they dance and plead victim
Where they drink and seek wisdom
And none know what's in store
Chastisement parked abandoned
Outside the door

Come here sweet mystery
And climb into my head
Let me take your arm
Down to that old shed
Where the merry are led
Where the demons head
To drink away their pain
And seldom do abstain
Down back near the old creek
Where it's dark and warm
Where all are safe from harm

I need to see you
By bonfire light
Sweep you away into the night
Take you down
Down to the old shed
Where all the demons head
And no one speaks of the dead
But of life, and where Bacchus rules
The dance is free of Christian loathing
Dancers soon bereft of clothing
Sweating and gyrating to the horns of pan

Baby I need to
See you and press against you
Take you down the secret ways
Down to the shed
Where all the demons head
Libations for the duration
Leave your troubles at the door
Pound some drinks and hit the floor
Back down to the shed
Where the guilty have all fled
And innocence is all but dead

By: Daniel Smallegange

On Porpoise

Comic by Dan Smallegange

Imminent Disaster

Too much of sin
Of wine
Of enemies
Too many gambles and
Too many hard lines drawn
Hard times too
And cracks in walls
Through which one can hear
The baying of beasts
Jackal laughter
Women's sobs and
Imminent disaster
Too much of wine
Now old, unpretty
And in decline
Disappointed and at a
Loss
Too much of sin
Grant me more wine
Let me break free
The torment of love's
Unfailing design
Just grant me your laughter
And all your misgivings
Grant me your sobs
And Imminent
Disaster

By: Daniel Smallegange

The Nature of Things

By: Dan Smallegange

Frank's Night Out

Crush it, crush a can
Kill a zombie when he
Look at you wrong
Take your time with him as
The night is long
And entertainment not overly
Abundant
Brews and whiskey shots
Baseball bat for the stagger walk
Home
Rough a minor deity along the path
For his wallet
Which was empty!
Times these is
Hard times all
Crush it, crush another can
Sittin' on a roadside grave
Singin' to myself
Stagger more staggered
Walk
Pass the demon Mars
Give in, give him
Toll sips from
Our flask
Discretion there better than
Valour
Crush it crush
A final can... home

By: Daniel Smallegange