A Crew

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There is a slight run of resonance with squared dips of catches – it quickens with timed recoveries along those rumbled turns of leather-collared connections – so that the forward lean-to-timings lever everything to leant finishes and the opening up of your lungs – and we haven’t even talked of power with the blade’s bowing...


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A Casting Couch

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Again – a rolled-eye look upon you – a lost lover in muddling dreams – with me as your interloper who pulls at those fetters you forged when away// We had made our tugged bonds in bicycled years when curious games stopped at bare cliff edges// My role in this slept future is as a...


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A Ghost Story

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Up at five with the ghost who is an hour ahead – not one for the clock’s change – she lets light in// She leaves her stew of scent on my stiff right fingers – as if marking out extents upon me// She squats upon my vice-set thighs – her other working of me// See...


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Skinhead

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We worked alongside the drummer from Skrewdriver – so he claimed – as he flashed his etched forearms of racists’ dreams and smiled with his missing smile – He was promoted to Parts Manager and took to it – being born a white supremacist   Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems,...


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Climate Strikers

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For B.M. Your handmade sign is stood ready for Friday’s demonstration against your distrust in our ways – My grandfather’s choice was the Peace Pledge Union – he then had a quiet war – his boot on his spade’s shoulder as he sliced dark soil in England so claiming a holy conscience – in that...


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Despair

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There’s bull in the china shop and bullshit in the air – there’s a crash of metaphors as Britain despairs – Parliament’s members throw stones in the house – whilst Farage smirks broadly as they bring home his cows – Johnson – in his jodhpurs – readies his horse – the reins will be passed...


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Four Years

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Five-zero-three-fifteen – my DX anniversary of a ‘phone consultation upon basal nigra’s role in my slow-witted downfall and other explanations that Google had offered over the previous few years of not-knowing how many search results were not sponsored by quacks and sawbones – Now it is uneasy sleep and dreams of running which keep me...


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A Markov Chain

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Your single dice is rolled and fixes the next move of your red counter – and then things – like probability – also occur by your releases – all observed by him – Markov – who winks at you and your tits – We are grey with tiredness – our dog will sleep until our...


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Platform Five & Six

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See it See itSay it Say itSort it Sort itThis is a security announcement This is a security announcementThe next train on this platformis the 15:41 calling at East CroydonGatwick Airport and Three BridgesRemain behind the yellow line at all times Remain behind the yellow line at all timesSee it See itSay it Say itSort...


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#BBCQT

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I turned off the BBC’s weekly Question Time – it’s now a B-movie played out by UKIP-types – Bland egos screen-act mincing up for clap-baits from the baying audience – all cheered up by hate as a host steers the fears from lost hope to idiots – this is Jeremy Kyle with professional gits –...


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