daysleep

daysleep

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson

lazy after my chemical feast i draw the blinds recline

the motes swim in my exhalation the blankets are hot 

the sweat sticky

salt-rimmed lips round a soundless word

your name your every syllable

vowels crest and trough and leave me behind and join 

the air the dust the rumor of sunlight

eyes closed now and i see you

my hair will be tangled on waking, my eyes dim and dull

i left the hangovers in my wake cutting my swath through 

the stickly clinging grasses


we speak of love like it’s a terrible secret


i see you

hear your name in the crooked boards armoring 

the naked floor


we are alone until we’re not

celestial bodies ricocheting in blank chaos

i hear you i see you

getting old in my sleep letting my hair sprout and lengthen and 

the days spin away like pollen in wind

what do we do with all the endless damnable years?


i see you hear you speak the incantation of your name

a catechism a shambling promise thrown into

the days that spin away

the days that spin away.

© 2021 Daniel Atkinson


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Added on July 1, 2021
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Tags: love, sleep, pain, regret, time, future, hope

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Daniel Atkinson
Daniel Atkinson

DULUTH, GA



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A Poem by Daniel Atkinson