Comic By Dan Smallegange.

 

Spoiled Lizard Children. Comic by Dan Smallegange

 

Oh Beautiful Dancer My Strayborn Thief

 You cannot halt

What cannot wait

You cannot fail to

Comprehend and

Accept your fate

Embrace the inner

Shed what is

Superfluous

And ungainly

Like an old skin slough off

Oh weary sinner

Oh beautiful dancer

Dance along the battle lines

Dodge well the weapons arranged against thee

And suffer not the serrated barbs

Subtly bend and twist and thrust

Between the points and through the gaps

Strike then while you can and when

The moment presents

The salvating blow

Redeeming faith

In justice or revenge

My strayborn thief

My heartburned killer

You cannot stop

What's motion forced

You cannot falter

Or alter course

Accept the design

Of what's been done

Avoiding perils sure to come

Go quickly now in thought and deed

The hunters to come relentlessly

Take my love along with thee

Oh lusty friend

Of my erstwhile heart

By: Daniel Smallegange

Comic by Dan Smallegange: Turtle and Vulture

 

How It's Gone So Bad Between Us

 I look into your distant eyes and wonder

Where your thoughts have turned and utter

Curses under breath turned sour

Regarding all that's come before

And how it's gone so bad between us

And how your heart has turned to stone

And how it all has gone so wrong

As I take your hand you shudder

Pull away with tears and mutter

Your voice so cold and gaze now hollow

Your thoughts and fears I dare not follow

How could the fire have got so low

Been left so long our love is gone

And how it all has gone so wrong

 

Your tone is cold as alabaster

Your laughter such a painful matter

To hear your scorn in every note

To see you drained of any hope

Oh how it's gone so

Bad between us

And how it all has gone so wrong

By: Daniel Smallegange

This Newest Cold Front

This newest cold front

The worst so far

Makes your teeth chatter an' clatter

Which gets on my nerves

It freezes your pipes and makes you stutter

Also

I rub my palms for warmth but

Our loins remain cold as a vacuum

I can see my breath

When you enter the room

The cold front comes from

Within

Without any forecast warning

And we are left having any sparks of warmth remaining

Between us

Snuffed out

By: Daniel Smallegange

'Jaundice'. Comic by Dan Smallegange