Windswept Hills

Kiss the skull for good luck
And tussle its straggly hair
Heads on posts and
Grudge holding ghosts
Wailing on the wind swept hills
They grin and stare
Maws agape
Leering full of hate
Freely giving
Passersbye the chills
Wailing as they do
On the windswept hills
But kiss a skull when you pass
To avoid ill luck and
Have no truck with
Curses against them or suffer
Saccharine reverses
And evil perverses
The likes of which you not soon forget
Much ado about regret
Lick a skull for good measure
Those who seek treasure
Or you might end up joining them
You might end up owning a
Lonesome post yourself
As other things more dangerous than these
Slow moaning ghosts
Lurk in the windswept hills

By: Daniel Smallegange

Your Love is Like a Landmine

Your love is like a landmine I have stepped on
and now cannot move for fear of oblivion
While your kiss is like slow death
But pleasurable and memorable and
Your thighs are best left un-thought of
Such a prison of perfect precision when they are
Wrapped about me
Your love is
Like a a pitcher plant I have no want
Of escaping even if
This was plausible
And your eyes of ice
Grey with speckles of lonesome decay
Your eyes full of mischief and vice
They pin me down
Pierce me with scalpel-like zeal
So sharp
I feel no pain
Your love is like a landmine
Paralyzing
And now I cannot move for fear of
Oblivion

By: Daniel Smallegange

I am Broken

I am broken
Just like you
Twisted and pulled apart
Stripped and teeth barred
Snarls of defiance
Tremulous tears
And rueful
And you too are broken
You also show strains
It magnifies your attractive qualities
Your essence leaks out
All over the floor and makes things
Sticky
Broken
Just like me
We are thieves unto one another
Slipping into each other's
Cracks and breaches
We are fools, also
And will fight to ill ends
I am broken
Stripped and teeth barred
Just as you

By: Daniel Smallegange

In the Shadowy Corridors of Power

And waiting and watching
From the corners, sidelines, and from the
Shadowy corridors of power
Here where beauty roams
Arm in arm with malice
and honour is a rarity
Blushing, powerless and cast down
Pitiable and derided by all and sunder
By the arrogant and haughty
Who's birthright has brought them command
Who's taunts and laughter crack the backs of innocents
Like barbed whips
Shadowy corridors of power
Where the ruling class lisp and curse
Where knives are ever hidden clutched and
Murder is the preferred option to discourse
Power plays and sultry rays
Justice on the take
In the shadowy corridors of power
And waiting and watching
Well hid but irrevocable
The burning ember of the truth
Looks out of place until wisely
Well heeled boots brought to bare
Crush down to snuff it out

By: Daniel Smallegange

I Just Want to Hold You

I just want to hold you
And gently
Breathe upon your skin
And gently
Kiss every inch of your body
Twice
I want to hold you and waste away the day
Kissing your shoulders and staring
Deep into your
Depthless eyes of golden brown
Making you laugh/sigh
Making you tremble/shiver
In anticipation of
Touches to come
I just want to hold you
I just need your touch

By: Daniel Smallegange

Intro to my book.

Alter Your States

Alter your states through pleasure laced with wine
And other things made sinful by the righteous man
Take my hand in yours and walk with me
Through Elysian fields awash in gold and splendour
We shall kiss and taste each other's hopes and fears
We shall embrace and become one
Snaking our bodies together to the beginnings of wonder and
Echo thoughts of love

Alter your states through
The inebriation of fine poetry and literature
And other things made harmful by the ruling man
Alchemy shall set us free
And the naked dance joining us
Our eyes only placed
To see one another
We shall embrace and lick at one another's tears


Echo your fates entwine them in mine
Swimming through the ooze
Elysian fields of our own design
Give birth to such swollen, burgeoning ideals
Hopes of truce and a chance to
Touch your perfect naked skin
Alter your states through the heat of our touch
My mind racing, heart pounding

As we leap from the precipice
Arm in arm

By: Daniel Smallegange