He really did not know
for how much longer
he could hold on to her
and still be dishonest
He had walked far more
than he had drunk –
but still staggered
along the loose path
off which his love for her
dipped like a slunk ghost –
then she was there –
caught by a car’s high beam –
then she was inverted
like a shadow between trees –
as if his recall of her
had been politely dimmed
as if they were long-divorced
from each other –
that common vote for failure –
which is the wedded norm
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Mike Bell's expanding collection of poems is his ongoing response to actual moments – conjured memories – and a fearful future.
His ambition is to publish 10,000 poems, and then take a nap.
His writing continues to be reproduced in various formats and journals – he also throws himself out there in occasional readings – open mics and poetry sessions – when his body is willing.
Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.
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