Spotlight: What Am I Doing?, the new poetry chapbook by Damion Hamilton



Sitting Like A Buddha

I wanna sit down

and be quiet and get to know myself

in silence,

it’s hard to do that

i’ve sat on park benches and tried to understand others, by observing them,

movements, strides, clothing, shapes, skin color and all

but not myself, that’s a lot easier to do, and still impossible



to know myself, that takes time and silence

and I’m addicted to all this stuff,

sights, sound, and noise coming at me

and work… those 40 hours…that paycheck

if I was brave I would quit it all’ll

and go towards the isolation road

but I don’t

the world has me in her clutches

and rides me as she pleases

and I forget it all, like a lap dance





mind searches for little things on breaks at work

it can’t be too serious

cute, seminude picture of a girl on Instagram

crazy funny, texts with a friend about a girlfriend on messenger

I know, I should be more serious

but the mind doesn’t want that

it wants to laugh and smile,

need a break while your feet and back hurt

nothing serious please

no concentration

you don’t want that

somebody troll me!!!

call me stupid, an idiot or ugly

in the Instagram comments

let’s laugh at the ridiculous news of the day

a small respite from the workday world

squeezing its small noose on your neck

nothing serious please, we are immortal





Glance From A Woman

Can invigorate me

when I am down

a glance from a woman

can lift my downcast eyes

the glance from a woman

can send a volt of electricity through

my body

the glance from a woman can heal a downcast


which indicates a little hope for the downtrodden

and a slice of cake to the idea of beauty to a man

the glance from a woman without even sex

can be all you need

and this rarely happens;  for the fear of the longing

of sex in a man,

BUT it is always pleasant when it does.




What Is Within

Everything that you repress

that is within,

all your anger, jealousy

hatred lust is buried with in

all the times someone hurt you

all the times someone wounded

you, that is with in

when rejected  you repressed it  when they

repressed you all that is within

and your body does not forget it

it can repress the thing, but never forget it

when, you see a person

in that way,  you start to understand them

and that is okay




The Homeless

It seems like there is more of them

and they are getting younger

they need rooms and phone calls

and their cloths are bad and they smell bad

Why so many homeless?

I do not know

but I do that I could easily be one of them

their tribe is rarely spoken to

the other classes want to pretend that

they do not exist

and I think about beggars and billionaires

and everyone else

shit isn’t fair i say

and my mind and ego says, “it is not supposed to be.”






How many things can you google?” from the poem “Brain Like Pebbles” sums up Damion Hamilton‘s work in this new collection. Each poem is like a new tab on the internet, reflecting on store clerks, strange people, homelessness, social media, the weather, road trips, work ethics and clocks and so much more. His words venture into the darkness of the soul coming out raw and passionate. From his poem “The Gamble”: “so some of us try to live as best we can with these dice and cards of life.” These poems capture the roller coaster of life.
~LB Sedlacek, author of “Four Thieves of Vinegar & Other Short Stories” (Alien Buddha Press)


Ok, here it is: Damion Hilton lets all of life flood into his poems: the humdrum of sleep, the heroic of homelessness, all of it–the gritty and the grand, poems that are anchored by a full-throttled sense of self-discovery. The genius of WHAT AM A DOING is that Hilton sees his life from the outside, as a life like all lives, in which eventual tragedy is given a poetic reprieve”.
– Gerald Schwartz





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