Not Right

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You lymphatic racists rupture -
bursting forth a noxious poison
as you brandish your creased flags .../


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The Lungs of God

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I stand under this vault
of our common church -
off-centre on this sea-girt isle .../


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Gift Wrapping

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There - done - ripped apart
then left on a slunked chair
or hung on the fat bannister .../


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This Extra

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It was not a full day of reduced daylight
but the briefest of natural moments
on that calendar date - which passed
half recognised - like the waning film star .../


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Not Dead Yet

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Old Chiacking Larrikin
dropped eight foot -
his fall rope-halted -
then he jiggery-choked .../


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This Builder

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am a too-quick builder -
one without the weight
of an elbowing canvas bag
of inherited tools .../


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Pain Gardening

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I closed my raw eyes
to suck upon this -
but drew too much
to hold my breat .../-


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An East London Dancer

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

So she tipped - like a slipped-off creature
under the water - tilting back - to arc
below - to birth a falsified richness
of twisted mist - of dry-cold-on-wet-heat .../


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An Audience With

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You sit
and you listen
to this -

he says to -
which you hear
as you kiss .../


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At Our Gate

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Old lust - our ragged plot
of strangling weeds -
of poisonous shrubs
turn to interleave .../


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