Daniel Atkinson : Writing

stumble

stumble

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


nothing special but i'm hammered.
doggie don't know

doggie don't know

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


lady left on valentine's day with the flowersbut the doggie don't know.baby boy with a broken homebut the doggie don't know.dad with a spinning headdi..
may the drink take me

may the drink take me

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


i speak so loudly now i can't whisperwhen i do it's a growlbut to me it's a purrsaying:more now, let's have another, be you nowbe you nowbe you now an..
we used to love

we used to love

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


midnight nearly, and i'll be hung over.when the bottle whistles empty and i beat at my chestand the warmth is gone and the buzz wears offand i look at..
close enough

close enough

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


the dress isn't pretty but it's close enough too many park benches on summer days sweat stains here on the back is a streak of almost-nothing the ..
the goodbye train

the goodbye train

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


the dying train bleats a farewellfarewell to the weedy tracks that trail its rusted hulkfarewell to the small town down southwith its crooked cops and..
who

who

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


who am i who asks for you? who walks alone who keeps you near who am i who draws the bath? who dries your feet who feels your breath "who am..
i fell

i fell

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


i fell into us tucked and rolled with you beneath me you kissed my chest and we fell together.
a cigarette by the shore

a cigarette by the shore

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


after i rub the sleep from my eyes i stand and look out the window at the sand in the dunes outside and i think. i think about the grains and their st..
the breath that blew

the breath that blew

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


the breath that blew now whistles empty it keeps its song in its canyon never touching the cool walls but sweeping its sound along the dirt the cr..

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