For JLM

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I didn’t know him very well, the Frenchman I first met in ’82, but he was as cool as hell, with a quiet kindness, a leather jacket, an accent, which seemed so rare: Who knew I would next see him strapped in a chair with wheels: None of us command the future. Mike Bell Poetry...


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The Night Before Remembrance Sunday

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We met an angel, alone,
at the far end of the playing field,
her troubled illumination
an alliance of digital arts,
with her hands held out,
palms up, her timber shell fragile,
as if saying:

'I was not real, I was not there, I am fiction'.


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This

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This disease, this being, this sitting, this watching, this fucking, this waiting, this flickering, this shifting, this longing, this counting, this reflecting, will not cease. 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...


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Limits

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

He once hip-waded
across this life,
now no deeper,
just ankle-high
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Special Relative

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Typesetters once did it
with wooden blocks,
but they used the wrong text,
now this confusion results
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The Alchemist

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The closest I got to Leonard, was holding his golden mic, I like to think that his spittle, cross-infected me in that sleight; made my voice roughly low, pulled a fedora over my eyes, his sweet venom racked my body, a poison bane, his Neumann mic.   Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000...


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Get A Second Life

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Have all the Pokémons
gone to Second Life?
The streets are bereft
of kids mesmerized
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Rent

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We rent our cars,
we rent our homes,
we rent TVs,
on rental loans
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HMS Tally-Ho!

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Dad's sub was launched in 1942,
he sailed mid-East, post-war skewed
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Flying Rats

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The flying rats circle over K.C. News,
roosting at night, dropping off their poos,
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