The Doctors Insist

 The doctors insist

Your eyes are the cure

They've written me a prescription

With this so inscribed

They've studied and analyzed the facts of the case

They say however

The cure might be worse than the disease

What's in your eyes might prove

Fatal or at least lead to

Unforseeable side effects and

Defects of the heart

Regardless they insist

The breakthrough is you

Kissing your waist might help also

This is unproven and

A theory of my own devising

Kissing your pretty waist

And biting your thighs

Is a hypothesis I would like very much

To test and assess

In the name of science

Your neck also

Elegant as it is

The doctors insist

And all the experts

So it's not really my fault

They've written me a prescription

With these things inscribed

I keep it close to my heart

Until the day we meet

By: Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved.

Walking Down Along the Road

Walking down along the road

Looking down and all around

Seeking

Always seeking

Hoping to find a friend worth keeping

Hoping to see a soul worth meeting

As we walk our lonely path

Towards a day so far away

So many friends and enemies been

Vanquished from the field of play

As we too begin to grey

Walking up towards a bend

Uncertain if we're at the end

Or if we've come to a new way

And can begin a brand new day

To find that friend or

Seek our end

Walking down along the road

By: Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved.

Your End, Anyways

Welcome my friend

Welcome to the end

Well your end, anyways

It's been quite a journey, has it not?

A chase, a thrill

Such sublime efforts of will

Moral gymnastics and intrigue

To reach this final sprint

A veritable treasure trove

Of love and loss, glory and guilt

So much blood and treasure

Gained and lost along the way

Now here and alone

Your finery and vestments stripped

Your allies and brave hope

A trail of corpses in your wake

While you never looked back

Oh, maybe once looked back

So much betrayal too

For beauty and love

Lust and greed

To fulfill those yawning needs

Too bad there's no time to dwell

On those questionable ends

Did they justify the means?

Welcome friend

Your end, anyways

Been long over due

Turn now and embrace it

Or fight

By Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved.

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.

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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.