Off Away

Down by the side of the hill
Off away
From the road there
Lay back and await
Yer fate
Stick to the shadowed parts
So's your skin won't dry out from sun
Avoid the light too as it
Shines and blasts all before it like the truth of allmighty God
And beware its glaring focus which can reveal
That which you may wish hidden
Off away
Down by the side of the hill
Lay back
Maybe a friend will arrive
Or an enemy you've been wanting to see
Deal with according to his or her
Merit or sins accumulated
Quick or slow
Embrace them in shadows
Either side of passion
Love and hate two sides of the same
Like a knife edge
Avoid the light as mentioned
In case of witnesses
From the road there
Down by the side of the hill
Off away

By: Daniel Smallegange

Countrylife

Smear yourself in countrylife
In black stuff and rye
With consequence and gratitude
The milk and honey of
The promised land
Coat thyself in and
Dance
Let them
Those wearing cities and towers
To cover up their shame
Doused in perfumes
Of diesel and the mob
Let them point and shout
While you revel in
Countrylife
Sweat out swamps and mud
To make up foundations
Of property and chattels both
Walk then run
Head high and
Dance
In the wholesome embrace of
Countrylife in open space
Greet the sun as it
Beats upon you
Smear oneself in indulgence
Not the papal kind
The kind that tastes of
Fornication and beer
Armour in contradictions
And shots of whiskey
Let them point and shout
Those trapped now in
Citizen ivory towers
Of their own make
Walk then run
Into sunshine
Dance and embrace
Consequence and gratitude
Countrylife

By: Daniel Smallegange

Await Hunker Down

And to stare into the eye
Of the storm and not
Buckle panic nor flee
But smile and grit
With teeth barred and
Angry hiss
As the winds howl
And the rain dances
Upon the edge of vision
Await
Hunker down
Hold on to stout beams and loved ones
For your supports
Ideas and fond remembrances and dreams
And to stare into the eye
Of the storm
With calm heart
That is courage my love
That is hope
Hold on

By: Daniel Smallegange

Meanwhile, at the Cat Policy Debates. Comic by Dan Smallegange

As We Walk Along and Scent the Air

Collapse your fears and

Insulate yourself

From my aggrandizements and also

Tears

Come along and sing with me

Hold my hand and let

My fingers gently caress your waist

While we walk along and scent the air

Free of worry and scorn

Free of the irons and chains

Of our anxieties

Enjoying each other's

Proximity and trust

Not allowing

Apprehension

As we walk along and scent the air

As empires march and grow and

Die

By: Daniel Smallegange

Chains

I painted my chains
With happy faces and dayglo
People commented
They seemed a little lighter also
But I bet they were not
Much better for your
Mentality
Said the doctors
But they don't have any
To compare
Chains that is
Just clipboards
Boring sterile brown
No decoration
Just clipboards and
Ball point pens
Of a dull grey
Which they mark
On the clipboards with

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Chains swayin'
Hearts brayin'
The light in our eyes
Will be ever bright
The light of our eyes
Can shine up the night
Chains swayin'
Hearts brayin'

By: Daniel Smallegange

The Sense of Alteration

Can you not see
The lines of view
The sense of alteration
In the vista ahead
Can you bear to witness
Smell the air and taste
The fear
Or is it sex you scent
Can you not see
Their point of view
Can you not feel
Emotion any longer or
Will you close your eyes instead
Plug your mouth and nose
Turn and walk back and away
The sense of alteration
Creeping ever forward
At your back

By: Daniel Smallegange