Blood Onrushing

The viaducts are creaking
Tremble with grace
But share out
The opposite of your fear
Mend your ways instead
And commune with your maker
As walls begin to tremble
As tangible fears
Taste like
Salt or copper
In the mouth
A correlation of
Your own
Blood onrushing
A correlation
Notwithstanding
The crying of metal
As it shifts and takes
A final bow
Call out and spread
Methodology and fail to
Undermine
Or hide and whimper and growl
The viaducts are creaking with
Strain and
Soon to be freed
Violence
Like salt or copper
Like Your blood
Onrushing

By: Daniel Smallegange

Tendrils of Hope

You cut an
Uncompromising line
Stand still and hold back
The tears and fears
Which clutch at your
Tendrils of hope
Which clutch at your
Tiny fortitude
Which does
Maintain your line
If barely
Your knees appear to tremble
Your back begins to ache
Stand still as a blade await
But only so long may you maintain
This rigid discipline
Against the fears and tears
Tendrils of hope you clutch at
In vain or in hope
The dust that cakes your weary form
Stirs do the increasing
Beating of your
Heart

By: Daniel Smallegange

I Have Compromised the Data

I have compromised the data
Of the switchback
Of your mind
Therein lies a
Paradox
A wilful error
In search of truth
I have overwhelmed
The infrastructure
Undermined the authority
Of the tentpegs
I seek indulgence into fear
I seek pleasure from your
Strain and
Discomfort to bear
The beauty of the words now
Flowing
Compromising the switchback
The data in streams
Violently churning
In your mind
The ghosts of
Complacency and your
Rigidity
Will succumb
I have compromised
The data

By: Daniel Smallegange

Chairman Meow, by Daniel Smallegange

In the Dust Bowl

In the dust bowl
There aren't enough
Able bodies or Cains
And masked ones remain
Throughout the landscape
Innocence is lost
My heart for an ounce only
Of metered revenge
There aren't enough
Bodies able
To dance for rain
Amongst the withered cane
My heart only for
A moment in time
Throughout the landscape
Masked ones remain
Lost in hope
For innocents to sacrifice
In prayers for rain
In the dust bowl

By: Daniel Smallegange

Fishes: Comic by Daniel Smallegange

A Moonless Night

In the darkness of
A moonless night
The heat of our touch
Leads
Clutching fingers become
Principal senses
Probing mouths
Our arms wrapped as one
Pressing
And burning
Forehead to forehead
Sweat intermixing
Your tattoos tastes of salt
Searing thoughts
Burst and crackle
Embers of fire undiminished
By the rivulets of
Sweat
Steam and heat
Your fingers rake my back
My teeth on your neck
Lust and hope
Feelings of
Fear and love
Entertwined
In the darkness of
A moonless night

By: Daniel Smallegange