Toil Away

Toil away
And work and linger
Let me see your grace
Let me look you in the eyes
and wipe the sweat upon your
brow
The tear in your eye
While you toil away
I shall linger
On the shape of your waist
On the tip of your tongue
Linger whilst you
Toil away
In the garden of
My mind
Toil away in the
Windswept vista
Of my heart
And I shall linger
While you stare and
Toil away

By: Daniel Smallegange

Comic by Daniel Smallegange

I Caught a Knife

I caught a knife in the
Caught a knife in the heart
One grey winter day
Reading a winding scrawl
She'd written with a nail
On the
On the
Hardwood
Hardwood floors
It said she was gone
Never to return
She'd written with a nail
On the god damn
Hardwood floors
The nail remained
An exclamation
On a grey winter day
Wrote that
I'd never see her no more
I like those god damned
Hardwood floors
The wood is imported

By: Daniel Smallegange

A Certain Shade of Green

Your drool is a certain
Shade of green
It makes your thin lips seem
A little more
Vulnerable
And has a lovely sheen
Which is deceiving
And wrong leaning
As you are composed mainly
Of iron and stone
Your eyes all crazed and full of light
Intensely beamed and burning bright

A certain shade of green
Covers your skin like armour
A verdigris
Your legs are long for running
Your arms impossible to resist
Or disentangle
Your eyes undeniable
Your heart irrefutable
Clench your fists up and
Let me hold you tight
Bathing in your sheen
A certain shade of green
Wrong leaning
And deceiving
I am left
Vulnerable
To eyes all crazy and
Full of light
Wrong leaning and
Deceiving
A certain shade of
Green

By: Daniel Smallegange

A Year Point Five

I would burn down
Half the world
Just to hold you in
My arms
I said
And I am
A pacifist
By nature and
Disposition
I said
And you smiled and you
Shook your head
And then
Wiped away my
Solitary tear
and let your finger
Linger
And then you said
No more, no more
No more shall I embrace you
No more hold you, touch you, kiss you
Not ever more
You said
And gently pushed me
Away
A year point five ago
Today
And then I stumbled
Drunk with grief and pain
Away
A year point five
Ago today

By: Daniel Smallegange

The Masters of Disinterest

Away from here you
Away from this hell go
Flee to where
The unwitting
Frequent and fraternize
Go there and seek peace or
At least cessation
Of all your loss and fear
Go there in great haste
And pause
To where they lack such cause
And effect affects only
The interested
Like you
But they have gone calm
Masters of the art
Of disinterest
They with dead blank eyes
Bliss filled and
Smiles flecked with
Drool
Is this the freedom you seek?
To be free from the hells of which
You flee
Make peace and unease
There they are stalled
Their mouths a silent judgement
Their eyes glazed and cursed
None the worse you say
And unwounded
Unlike you the refugee
They will take you in with open arms
Masters of disinterest
Pliable yet calm
Still as a mountain lake
Go there if you must
Wait and pause
Catch your breath and
Recover
Unremarkable and shining
They have no fear or pain there
The uninterested
Deadly cold and calm
Go there and be free
At your great peril

By: Daniel Smallegange

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