A Wise Person...

A wise person told me to find love
You must first really love yourself
So I jerked off three times back to back
Now we play the waiting game

By: Dan Smallegange

Don't Let Go

You got snakes
They crawl down around your earlobes and neck
They hiss and make biting dance moves
Whensoever I try an'
Get too close
My arms are covered in stings an' venom
You got fangs too and they
Sometimes press deep
Impress against my flesh and or
Skin cells
Those of my
Person
And I like my person
Your forked tongue too is
Lashing
And I wish you'd clench me
Less and less
Tightly
I wish you'd unhinge your claws
As they bite too and make my
Mind shut tight
But your eyes they hypnotize
Your eyes they mystify and
Mesmerize
Even though your teeth claws
Causes some
Degrees
Discomfort
And my red red blood cells
Are becoming too the
Difficult
To replace
Even though
Don't let go
Please
Don't
Let go

By: Daniel Smallegange

Epirus

Winning her heart

Defined quite nicely

The meaning of

Pyrrhic victory

Oh Epirus how I can

Relate

By: Daniel Smallegange

Crab-like Through the Wasteland

I get my kicks by
Throwing bricks
Into the shop windows
Of your mind
I use sly tricks to
Catch your eye
Looking slick
And dancing sideways
Crab-like
Through
The wasteland
That is your soul
It is you however child
With control
Your body is an oasis
And perfect flawless
As is your mouth and your eyes
These which I dance through
Crab-like
To find the
Wasteland
Of your soul
The winds of which
Nothing
May withstand

By: Daniel Smallegange

And Squinting

I will crawl
And I will bow
Until there is but
No place
Left to run
Can't out run
The sun
And then I will
Wheel about and
Squinting
Fight

By: Daniel Smallegange

Pity We

Pity we

Those of us

Who are

Enslaved

Undone

Lost

To the figures of

Beauty

Pity us

Shake your heads

In all your wisdom

But in those

Shining moments

When we touch

The figures of light

Heaven is unleashed

Such shining moments are

Equal

To a lifetime of

Despair

Pity we the lost

Pity us

The fools

Shake your head

And smile that

You are not

Considered

Among us

By Daniel Smallegange

Father and Son

'Papa, when will the pain end?'
'When we die, my Son.'
'Papa, please don't let the pain end.'
'That is what we call love son. At least we have the jazz music.'
'Yes, Papa, it soothes. And the dancing girls and cocaine aren't bad either.'
(pause)
'Papa, our life is pretty good, isn't it?'
'Shut up my Son.'

By: Daniel Smallegange