Atlas Poems

Atlas

I.
He lives inside me,
not sleeping—just leaning
against the dark rafters of my chest.
A moss-backed troll
I call him Atlas, though he looks
more like the rock in his garden—

He keeps a room beside the heart—
spare bed, mildew in the corners,
but the sheets stay stiff with cold.
He’s always stationed
between the valves and the ribs,
elbows locked against my sternum,
holding the

Poor Atlas

Whatever you've heard about the earth,
know that it has tremendous girth.  
You cannot collapse or fold it,
and poor Atlas has to hold it.

Atlas Thomas Buchanan

Admirable 
Tough
Lots of energy 
Abrasive
Sunset

Trusting
Hardworking 
Original 
Mature-ish
Accommodating 
Sociable

Balanced
Ultimate edition 
Candid
Healthy
Abundant
Non-nonchalant 
Agile
Neighborly

Atlas mused

the yoke we bear in time is space, the domain in which we view, 
all that's done comes back again, because we chose it to.

when we look even deeper then, again we look some more, 
what we thought the weight of the world is really its only door ...

Atlas Shrugged

The weight of the world 

Sits squarely on your shoulders 

Lay your burden down

Silent Atlas

It's 5:30 AM, sky bruised and quiet,
And he’s there at my feet, my loyal companion,
Eyes bright, no judgment, just need.
Out we go, one steady step, then another,
Field sprawled wide, we chase the edges of dawn.

Back home, the soft hum of her breathing,
Kids' backpacks lined, the day pulls at me
Like a string too tight, ready to

Atlas Revealed

Italy says she needed my arms around her,
from bed to kitchen, she persuades me with
her oven-warm hands.

France leaned from a door in the Montmartre,
she wolf whistles,
she likes my Ringo Mexican mustache,
I tell her I am John, and she frowns.

Germany become a friend of my enemy,
we had to do it at least once a day -
in

Technology Blind

I realise just how old I am, when I don't even know how facebook works,
And I don't have any idea how someone twirks.

I read maps from an atlas book,
I don't like google and the way it looks.

I like to have cash, I like the way it feels,
But I guess it does make it easier to

The Lady In Escolta

My deepest fear and loneliness
Loving someone else
I am reading atlas
Our unforgettable past

People walking on the pavement
I feel the very sad moment
The sun is crying
Our indelible ending

Walking on the side of the river
In my heart, I will love you forever
I pick several pebbles
Selling lots of red apples

I want to be alone in life
Playing music with a

Atlas Ponders

Dawn, and the magpies are black and white ink
on a white sky.
All things sign-write and advertise something,
even if that something is to stay away or
I am invisible.

Before I put pants on and wash my face
I have already walked far,
seen the road to its end, travelled beyond,
made choices at forks and junctions.
The town has written its

Anterarch

her spine that musical instrument
I strummed plucking sounds chords and tones
in axis, the toothed vertebra
she turned her head saying she knew
everything I know she didn't know
about heathen nights and their shifting moons
or all jesus christs in christianity but it's a lie
as I climbed my fingers now in atlas
carefully completing the bone contour
even in her eye

Atlas

Outside my window 
endless lifetimes to explore,
adventure's atlas.

Kiss My Atlas

Fall-summer-winter-Spring; C ya O2 out of breath-battle of Titans.

If I Am Atlas

spin the globe reverse – trap and throw the imp corona in death valley

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Take An Atlas

Take an atlas; open it,
Take my hand and point with it.
You’ve saved your trips to share with me
So take my hand; we’ll cross the sea.

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