The landscape is pleasure sidekicked with fear. So says the speaker of one of David Miller’s poems in Sprawled Asleep. In this collection, the landscape of the world is pillaged and repurposed by an observer with an astonishing acuity of vision. His observations translate into poems by the agency of a wordsmithery which maneuvers between sagacity and self-parody, between affectionate frankness and nostalgic sangfroid. Very little escapes the eyes and ears of David Miller, a poet who breathes his vibrant catalogues into a torch that welds lyrical dismay together with ecstatic clear-headedness. Sprawled Asleep is a remarkable accomplishment.

– Tom Daley, author of House You Cannot Reach