Awakenings

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

In this year – so far – we have agreed to annul our two-hander – your play to not to be wed – to let go of – to lose – to admit your need to be fulfiled by others This you had inverted when it served your reversal from vows and our long history...


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Mediation

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My black pair of boots sit as new – highly buffed by Dad’s old shoe brush readying me to step out with a reflecting dignity to that lawyer’s beige room of divisions and other cuts She will not get my sympathy or my tin of polished gloss Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write...


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The Forger

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My body distrusts any sweet arcs of attraction and maybe-arousals not allowing myself second glances or catches of my eye in another one – having been bloodied by a weighty hammer and now aching with that castration – a combination of low forces by her hammer blows off her lie-weighted tongue Mike Bell Poetry Mike...


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The Elephant at Her Eightieth

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I do not want a piece of cake – Thank You Your mother brought it back from Great Aunty Sue’s wake – or was it her birthday party – from that family jamboree – Except for you and me my boy – at The Grand Hotel – Brighton which featured an elephant in The Ballroom...


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She Says

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Do not be unkind with your truths on your future visits to old friends who will not want to know me after your dog walks and dinners over spilt wine and complaints after all with your track record of rutted lies – do not be unkind with your truths Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims...


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On the Meridian

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It is a valorised thing – according to Tesco’s stuck clock – it keeps all minutes at ten past each hour An upturned claw on top of the brewery’s brick chimney sits finger-ready to grab electrical strikes as charged forklift trucks whirl and rattle quick around that barrel-high yard to meet loading outs and unloading...


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Hustings

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Please hide a lemon in your old man’s coat – their tear gas is primed but that citrus is hope – suck on its stung flesh as if you suck for your life Your vote for democracy has been long-denied We all carry crosses but some are not struck – we’ll all hang our heads...


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No Eyes

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It was not a pup seal rolling at slow play but a shingle-ripped medium-sized dog without legs or face – its muzzle stripped to uncooked meat – a loose hanging jaw Each short wave was enough to turn its sodden carcass for further observation by my macabre eye to guessed-at details and a whole back...


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Beer Mat

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

What you readin? A repine novel This is my bar work as larynx~stretched guffaws & shrieked screams tie up eye~readied lines Dont mix booze & dry books Youll re~read one typeset line far too many times tween knocks of beer & lifted rounds of re~filled tumblers & mispronounced bloody foreign wines Shot~sworn drunks & their...


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One Word

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Over six thousand languages may not adapt in our short time – under these fleet-to-melt days – to define our recent misprize We may never find a finite word to headline this imminent collapse – of my land – of your land – this land’s made for you and me Our recourse won’t be in...


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