Those Pesky Things

Walking away from the things

Those things those pesky things

That helped and hindered and passed the time

That we thought could never be left behind

Those things that seemed to make up

A part of our self

Our ecosystem

Those damned things

That fought the sadness and pain

Numbed it all away but also

Inevitably as the night progressed

Encouraged them to live and breathe

That left worse tastes in the mouth

Then all the stale cigarrettes and booze

Walking away from those things

Once thought unimaginable

Things we held so tight

Pesky pesky things

Ugly things

Walking away

Each step becoming easier

Each day our bearing less stooped

Now walking

With a smile we are

Freer

By: Daniel Smallegange

Picture is of me in NYC a few years back.

Billy the Boy Helping me Write

 

This guy is a tough critic. Billy the Boy sits with me while I work on my scifi comedy detective #novel 24thCenturyDick . I love this cat, Have a great day all! #writingcommunity #CatsOfTwitter #tuesday #tuesdayvibe #TuesdayFeelings #tuesdaymotivations #writerscommunity #writerslife #poetrycommunity

Lick Your Wounds

Lick your wounds and then

Bathe in some salutary praise as you've

Made it back with wounds to lick

And do not now lie down

Haphazard on the ground

Along the soaked wet red field of battle

Like so many others

That did not return

So lick your wounds and grin and raise a glass to say

You made it back alive

More so than

The less lucky or agile ones

Fallen fellows now lost

Raise a glass for them and drink it all down every drop

As such succour is precious and

To pour some out is such a waste

For ghosts can taste it not

And their bodies are not here to bury anyways

Let alone present to pour salutary booze

Upon the earth of which they prop

They have been left where they fell

On the field of battle

While you sit and drink and

Lick your wounds

By: Daniel Smallegange.

Back Cover of my Book: The City: Tales From the Post-Post Apocalypse by Daniel Smallegange

Published by The Three Sisters, Ebook now available everywhere, along with paperback.
 

Cleo the Cat Immortalized. Photo by Dan Smallegange

 

Cleo the cat immortalized. They poured new cement for the sidewalk in front of my house the other day, and naughty Cleo left her mark. I find it quite adorable and fitting as it is right at my entrance steps and I rather like cats. Photo by Dan Smallegange.

The Terror Syndrome Known as Love. Comedy by Dan Smallegange

 The Society for Evil, Debauchery and Kitten Appreciation Presents:

The Terror Syndrome Known as Love.

Yes, True Love. It can be a real thorn in the side of any evil corporation, dark empire or cuddly revolutionary group trying to take over the planet. Especially if this terrible, maddening disease gets at those people at the top. Suddenly generals known for cruelty and a mentality hard as nails are wanting to buy everyone an aperitif and trade sappy anecdotes. Suddenly absolute rulers fists are not at all iron-like, but as malleable as a small duck who's been plied with several rounds of tequila. They get all mooshey and cow eyed and grin inanely when they should be minging mercilessly. Yes indeedy, Love is a bane, true danger, and cause for worry in any 'Number 2' worth his or her salt and pepper.

Yes, when thus afflicted the newly smitten seem to want to forgive everyone and inflict on them uncomfortable hugs and icky warm embraces. They'll decide not to drop captured agents in that vat of acid or giant fishbowl de-la-piranha, but rather bore then to death by telling them all about the handsome man or gorgeous gal they're into. It is a serious problem this thing called LOVE and when they at the top become afflicted only trouble may result. Averting catastrophe in the early stages can be your only hope. Besides happy people freakking suck. Let's repeat that:

HAPPY PEOPLE FREAKING SUCK.

Always smiling inanely and floating about the room and bringing the normal miserable rest of us down.

So, here below are some helpful hints and pointers on how to determine if yes, the evil overlord is in love, the head of the assassin's guild is in love, or even the head waiter is indeed afflicted with that dreaded virus: love. (No one likes a blissful head waiter grinning like an ass who can't concentrate on what the h'ordeuvres are.)

Your Overlord is in Love if:

1) He starts wearing snappy fashionable clothing in vivid pastels instead of the requisite black and brooding. Also, you can see his teeth way more often in what may be described as some kind of inverted grimace previously foreign to him.

2) The boss's evil cat is decidedly scratchy to the staff and in a foul, jealous mood, having had to share the bed in the evil lair of late with the new love interest, or worse, been confined to the couch!

3) The execution squad has so much time off they've begun to learn pinochle and to finally get right all the moves to 'Achey Breaky Heart'.

4) The evil general's assignments move from devastating and ruthless attacks against dreaded mortal enemies The Society for Good, Chastity and Dog Appreciation to trips to the chocolate shops and redecorating books crop up on the evil coffee tables.

5) And lastly, there is a final dread symptom that marks the death knell of any evil society, this being the initiation of bad poetry. Poetry is tried out on the under staff to 'see what you think and if she'll like it'. Poems recited nervously on the love interest's joyously large buttocks and streamingly luxurious armpit hair are to be especially feared.

Dealing with Evil Goons in Love.

Just shoot them.

Goons can be replaced. Or grow more in the ol' cloning pond down by the way. No one likes a goon chattering on and on about how he's met his absolute soul mate anyways, when he should be pounding his sledge-like fists into an opponent's sternum. With goonery silence is always the golden rule.

On Dealing with Your Evil Overlord After He's Been Dumped.

Well, sometimes bosses kill their Number 2s through 20s when pissed off/heartbroken/impotent/et cetera, so you are may be dead already. If you somehow survived a purge (Stalin was famous for his purges after one of his many blind dates had gone awry or even slightly awkward) then you may want to focus this new rage into a small war or well, anywhere but directed at you. OR you can get him some ice cream. Everyone loves ice cream when they're down, even evil geniuses. And perhaps lace it with barbiturates.

Love a kitten and kill a martini today.

EVIL SOCIETY MGMT xo

By: Daniel Smallegange, CC all rights reserved.

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You Can Now Order My book The City: Tales From the Post-Post Apocalypse From Your Local Bookstore!

I am really happy to report that now you can order my book, "The City: Tales From the Post-Post Apocalypse" from any of your local bookstores and they can bring the paperback into their store for you to pick up, so you don't pay shipping and you support your local store. Win Win. Just give them the ISBN number: 195935034X, which is all they need. Other info just in case: Author: Daniel Smallegange.  And It is listed as: "The City" on the Ingram system. It This is better than ordering on Amazon as it might be an older version on there, which has some typos as their system is glitchy, but you can get the new ebook on there though now. Also soon the ebook will be available at libraries  around the world through the Libby system, which is awesome. Hardcover to be available soon too. Yay.