Just south of Nash Street

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Just south of Nash Street
lies an eye-straight road -
not laid by bent-to Romans
or rutted under lost pilgrims' carts
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Your Threnody

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You have done nothing
for others
for over two years

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Careless Talk

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Play a required symphony
by a long-dead composer
in a suddenly quiet moment
during your commuted time
Then - perhaps - then scroll
to old depressing stuff 
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One More Named Illness

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I do not want
one more named illness
that would be a sublime act of greed -
a selfish huzzah
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Mad Men

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Nostalgia -
Don Draper said -
is of Hellenic origin -
an old sensation -
pain from a wound.... /


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Chelsea Girl

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Nico took me on a trip
across a leatherette couch
at young Mr Warhol's
last gallery party
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My unpaired bookend

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

My unpaired bookend
An unescorted
thought-prop 
found not wanting
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Birch Polypore

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Scores of lady's gloves reach
out on this chain sawn patch
whilst less urgent saplings
have slower ambitions
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A DX

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is as if
every clock
is set to
other zones... /


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Fatherhood

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am a tightrope walker
with my filled wheelbarrow
steered - nervous weights
before me - held dead-straight... /


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