Rubber Soles

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Paced – my set flat route of pliable rubber yards – of flashed-by-dashes on my soon-endless run on that springing path of a conveyor belt – then up an incline fixed by my lightest touch – but slowed by my death in that sweated place – My running times show – but have yet to...


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The Amber Light

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I was caught staring at the amber light -
the pause - the stop - the pushed brake
before the collision - before the crush
of border patrols upon the quick-shift .../


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New Years

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I stand - alone - at an open gate -
I have missed midnight's kisses -
then - me-the-fool - fleetingly lost
the worked-at vows .../


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Professor Seagull

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Joe Gould's swag bags of pearls
were only bags of bags of bags -
they were his carried-out emptiness
of the never-written writer's words .../


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Certain Smile

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Look in on yourself
for thyself's approof
be your own witness -
never seek such belief
from outside yourself .../


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Parousia

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This second life was ordained
by a drawn-out judgement -
an almost-expected epithet .../


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#OpenMic

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

In a rather cruddy function space above a time-stale pub in Brighton – sat uneven – at beer-stained tables – we sipping poets of no published note fingered our place settings of paper in folders – our kicked headstones – Here Lies M.A. Bell – and other writers – who died slow deaths of dull...


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Paid

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Bend to the paid work in hand
and watch your hours fall away
as if they are pearls spilt off string -
those drops off your tilted head .. /


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Mind The Gap

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

They've got a Dead Cupboard
in this Underground station -
hid from swilled passengers -
a Central route to Heaven .../


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√úbermensch

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I will wake and fail to find my eased flux -
not without pushing up into discomfort
over breaths of ground-voice-as-grunts .../


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