The Writings of Daniel Car Crash. Poetry, fiction, comedy. Copyright Daniel Smallegange.
Sunday, January 31, 2016
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Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Dicks
Monday, January 4, 2016
Husband Your Strength
Husband your strength and
Grab it hard
In both mangy fists
Shake from it the moss and
Roots of despair that linger
Take it with whispers and smooth banter
Coo and cajole
But do so quickly
For what remains
Of this journey mission life
You shall have need
Take it in your eyes and
Feed it on
Glistening tears and
Blood soaked laughter
Grin painfully
For the larder is running
Low
Grab it hard
In both mangy fists
Shake from it the moss and
Roots of despair that linger
Take it with whispers and smooth banter
Coo and cajole
But do so quickly
For what remains
Of this journey mission life
You shall have need
Take it in your eyes and
Feed it on
Glistening tears and
Blood soaked laughter
Grin painfully
For the larder is running
Low
By: Daniel Smallegange
Saturday, January 2, 2016
untitled poem
There is a life
That dances in
Blue eyes
I love when they
Shine and smile
I want them laughing
Your lips parted
Anticipating
A kiss
Also
That dances in
Blue eyes
I love when they
Shine and smile
I want them laughing
Your lips parted
Anticipating
A kiss
Also
By: Daniel Smallegange
Saturday, December 12, 2015
There's a Black Spot There
There's a black spot there
On your soul, man
As in rot or even
I E mildew
It's starting to smell
Your soul that is
It irritates the senses
My sensory machinery
Is unhappy and
Overwhelmed
And you've leaked some
Over all over
There
It's lying there trembling
A puddle on the floor
Clean up your soul, darling
Clean up your face
Place of
Refuge
Grab some respect and stop your
Drooling
And that black spot won't come out
I know and, erragh, I know
Mine too is
Long lasting
Tarnish though
And not gangrene -ish
Like yours
And leaking there
Out and onto
The upholstery
On your soul, man
As in rot or even
I E mildew
It's starting to smell
Your soul that is
It irritates the senses
My sensory machinery
Is unhappy and
Overwhelmed
And you've leaked some
Over all over
There
It's lying there trembling
A puddle on the floor
Clean up your soul, darling
Clean up your face
Place of
Refuge
Grab some respect and stop your
Drooling
And that black spot won't come out
I know and, erragh, I know
Mine too is
Long lasting
Tarnish though
And not gangrene -ish
Like yours
And leaking there
Out and onto
The upholstery
By: Daniel Smallegange
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Down to the Shed (Where all the Demons Head)
I want to
Greet you and meet you
Sweep you away
Take you down to the shed
Down to the old shed
Where all the demons head
Where they dance and plead victim
Where they drink and seek wisdom
And none know what's in store
Chastisement parked abandoned
Outside the door
Come here sweet mystery
And climb into my head
Let me take your arm
Down to that old shed
Where the merry are led
Where the demons head
To drink away their pain
And seldom do abstain
Down back near the old creek
Where it's dark and warm
Where all are safe from harm
I need to see you
By bonfire light
Sweep you away into the night
Take you down
Down to the old shed
Where all the demons head
And no one speaks of the dead
But of life, and where Bacchus rules
The dance is free of Christian loathing
Dancers soon bereft of clothing
Sweating and gyrating to the horns of pan
Baby I need to
See you and press against you
Take you down the secret ways
Down to the shed
Where all the demons head
Libations for the duration
Leave your troubles at the door
Pound some drinks and hit the floor
Back down to the shed
Where the guilty have all fled
And innocence is all but dead
Greet you and meet you
Sweep you away
Take you down to the shed
Down to the old shed
Where all the demons head
Where they dance and plead victim
Where they drink and seek wisdom
And none know what's in store
Chastisement parked abandoned
Outside the door
Come here sweet mystery
And climb into my head
Let me take your arm
Down to that old shed
Where the merry are led
Where the demons head
To drink away their pain
And seldom do abstain
Down back near the old creek
Where it's dark and warm
Where all are safe from harm
I need to see you
By bonfire light
Sweep you away into the night
Take you down
Down to the old shed
Where all the demons head
And no one speaks of the dead
But of life, and where Bacchus rules
The dance is free of Christian loathing
Dancers soon bereft of clothing
Sweating and gyrating to the horns of pan
Baby I need to
See you and press against you
Take you down the secret ways
Down to the shed
Where all the demons head
Libations for the duration
Leave your troubles at the door
Pound some drinks and hit the floor
Back down to the shed
Where the guilty have all fled
And innocence is all but dead
By: Daniel Smallegange
Sunday, August 9, 2015
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