it's getting too hot to think

it's getting too hot to think

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson

I crave a frantic heart

I step into footprints like familiar shoes

wind flicks a dead leaf, old paint curled

I don’t know the what and I’m forgetting the why

when I die someone will be paid to blanket me with earth

and they’ll exchange the money for macaroni laundry detergent unripe

bananas a creeping credit card bill talk about life after death talk about

monument talk about

a fly tastes the skin of my dominant arm.

© 2021 Daniel Atkinson


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I enjoyed this somewhat dark poem that speaks of death in a different view. Thank you for sharing this poem of yours.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Daniel Atkinson

2 Months Ago

You're absolutely welcome, and thank you for taking the time to read it. Much love to you
This is great writing. The gravedigger has turned indifferent to death and the mundane act of burying in order to make a living. The last line gave me chills.

Awesome writing.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Daniel Atkinson

2 Months Ago

Thanks a ton friend, seriously means a lot

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Added on July 17, 2021
Last Updated on August 6, 2021
Tags: heat, fly, death, thought, emotion, leaf, nature

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Daniel Atkinson
Daniel Atkinson

DULUTH, GA



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A Poem by Daniel Atkinson



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