Kissed Canvas

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is easy to cheat
any marriage –
try slicing your brow
with a clean bread knife –
then forever blink
blood-spat sights

Head spinning –
slo-mo – pugilist stuff
of gob and busted teeth
from a fast fist –
upon both sides –
my glass jaw breaks

My eyes are shattered
by tears and stresses
as if rabbit-punched
and left to wonder
about rules and who
has bunged the ref?

Count your prize money
and lift your belt
with a kiss to your corner
and your proud family –
I-never-could-have-done-it-without
and leave me alone

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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