Night is when my best is said

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Night is when
my best is said -
quietly - to no one

My orgy of clients
has rolled from my hands
There were too many to love
.../


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My Last Show

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You'd spit in my beer if you could
but not whilst I'm up here
looking down on you
from behind this thin mic stand
that I hide behind
.../


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Look Away

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There are too many to read
or understand - 
no chance
in our burning time
of warmer days - 
no time left
between climbing high tides
.../


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Leap Year

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That gift of three hundred
and sixty-five
handwritten notes

I sealed inside
separate envelopes by
my spit-worked lips
.../


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Traditions

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

She has our crushed boxes
of wedding pictures
and our Christmas decorations - 

our cheap jewels brought out
on a shortened day -
a day requiring a ladder
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Sirens

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

In that moment
when your cup tips

you will sip
on emptiness

It is already too easy
to taste nothing.... /


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Number 54

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am not blood-steamed
by spine loosening grunts
across bare white backs
laid out below Istanbul
on arse-warmed marble
.... /


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Her Heaving Line

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Don't tie me a tight
heaving line knot
like those used
to gird monks
to Mister Christ
or to add weight
to throws and casts
of messenger lines... /


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Covetise

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am your blown out wish - rich
with birthday spit

I inflate wanted lists and
your every year -
every anniversary - craving
for gifts
I hope you like it.... /


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Dream #4

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Her high heels
clip-clop
on and on

She wears a brooch -
Number One... /


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