James Atkins Poems

Women walking in the park
'neath branches drenched in light
summer dresses, low cut tops
and smiles that invite
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Surge through the black,
like a ragged flood of wind
The past is at your back,
You don't notice it begin.
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If destiny is manifest
and fate is set in stone
then nothing that you'll ever do
is down to you alone
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Dragging a ragged cloud of changed addresses and broken trust
Stumbling away from forgettable months
Defensively clinging to the name of a ghost
That stares accusingly from mirrors -
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Don't go out again tonight,
to walk the streets alone.
Don't follow train-tracks til dawn's light,
That will not lead you home.
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The first touch of the morning,
diesel fumes turning the frost-smell blunt.
last night's storm diluted
in the muted roar of the garbage truck in the next street
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She steps onto a packed train
the epicentre of a shockwave of faceless humanity
rippling out and away, shuffling back
from the mischievous flash of her eyes
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Beneath the pale glow of a sky choked with clouds
where moonlight seemed merely suggestion,
Three of us walked through the wind’s muted rush
Under branches we’d climbed long ago.
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I have to work in 4 hours and
its 2am but
I'm not really awake just
steeped in apathy
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The fires of the sun will die,
draining heaven's light.
Stars will stretch across the sky,
in cold eternal night.
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