Daniel Atkinson
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the breath that blewA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonthe 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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otherselfA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonwhen the tanks and trucks had faded beyond the borderand the soldiers in the mud had started to swellcolor came back to me and i felt the heat of tear.. |
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morning afterA Poem by Daniel Atkinsondriving homedemarco on the radioone smoke leftbut itwon't help the hangover.the sun crests the treesand it hurts. |
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something, anythingA Poem by Daniel Atkinsoni don't want to write about you anymore.on the nights when i canget off mydrunk assand write a damnword or twoi want to write aboutkingsthe moonboozes.. |
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clarityA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonbeneath therugaremalt liquor cansused cigaretteslifechokedfrom theman old lemonused tissueone sock stained yellowandhowever manylettersi've written yo.. |
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the smell of ashesA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonno one laughed when he told them he was dying.and when the silence got too bigsomeone said they were sorryand people hummed in agreementthere was a co.. |
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the smell of camelsA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonhe smells like foster's and cheap cigarettes but he doesn't seem to mind asthey surround him like a thick jacket on a june afternoon andhe laughs but .. |
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when the world diedA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonthe flames came and they took it all.now i will get fat and drunksitting on the rug.f**k it all,my world is dead. |
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harborA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonwhen the ship left port it sounded its horna weak and dying thingengines chugging spewing smokefish swirling in the white wake.it didn't seem to mindi.. |
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a dim dinging bellA Poem by Daniel Atkinsoni don't say much anymoreandmaybe that's for the best.buti think, i still thinkmuch too muchand none of it's anything good,or reallyworth sharingi tell.. |
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