someone's singing about whorehopping

someone's singing about whorehopping

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson
"

answer me.

"
does this sound like me to you?

the sun has given me a headache.
my eyes hurt
and it seems as if i've been drinking
but i don't remember a thing.

there is a couple that lives down the road.
they keep their windows open all the days in june
and i can hear a baby child
being hungry, thirsty, what have you.
i have given up on sound-proofing life.

there is sex guitar on the radio,
on that station no one listens to,
and someone's singing about whorehopping.
there are no w****s left in this town.
they left with my ex-wife.

let's face it:
i am sixty-three years old
and i have lived maybe twice:
once in a jail cell
and once in an attic with a raccoon.
it told me of the forest
and i knew from "once upon a time"
that it was sure to be a lie.

listen closely: i could be breathing.
is this me?

that's up to you.

© 2011 Daniel Atkinson


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Daniel Atkinson
Daniel Atkinson

DULUTH, GA



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