Rough Notes

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Let us compare
our old notes
regarding ruination
.../


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Lovely

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

She stands as she presses
[a hot flat curse by her sex]
at an obdurate crease -
not her finest ironing... /


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Boardwalk Magician

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am a slugged sum of rum and Coke
(Zero)
without any fixes - no bookings
.../


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Night Management

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It requires -
wrote an author -
a total abdication
of intellect

It does not offer
easy balances -
less so under
a tightenec blindfold... /


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Gift of the Gab

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am getting drunk
with Seamus

He still rolls
his soot vowels out

from his distiller's
mouth
.../


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Same River

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is impossible to maintain
a constant perspective

Heraclitus often reflected
between wept moments... /


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A Daughter Lies

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

She rolled her stone-grey eyes
around my emptied house

She stared - hexed -
under her god-given right to be there
.../


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Por Volver

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Hola - I'm Lucky - you may know me
Buenos dias - I don't understand
that played out Spanish soundtrack
I tune into every morning
for my barefoot Yoga exercises... /


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To Catch

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

My constant dæmon
is a glass-eyed rook
which openly buries
stones - not food -
and then steals others'
stocked supplies -
my beau-pere's quick
to utilize


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Complexity in Crows

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Each crow's 
pinned quill
branches out 
becoming barbs 
.../


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