Daniel Atkinson : Writing

i am here

i am here

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


ahem i saidahemair is drythroat sore, scratchybreathing in my own stinktoo longthe dust on my tongue thatforms into paste on the way into myempty stom..
the home life

the home life

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


Play house? Who's playing?
the dirt the glass

the dirt the glass

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


say, hey,there's a world out there, kid,and it's just full ofthe bad the good the weird and uglyyou gotta see it,you just gotta feel ittake it in your..
3:27 a.m.

3:27 a.m.

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


Been awake a while.
oh love

oh love

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


breathe the dawnoh love.catch my breath in your handsi sigh,oh love.dew in your hairthe sun, your eyesthe world isthere.
the fast track

the fast track

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


here it goes again: the speeding whirring rocking rolling of the fast track.motors and wheels? we ain't got no motors and wheels, son, where you been?..
tilt-a-whirl

tilt-a-whirl

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


a sensual one.
ask the aching machine

ask the aching machine

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


ask the aching machine, ask the robber in your home, ask the budding celery stalk, ask the cross-dresser in the corner, ask your father, ask the ..
hospital (haiku)

hospital (haiku)

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


spoonfed. down the hallan orderly coughs. sicknessand sterility.