At Anfield

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The scouser outside
the pub gave a stare
at our unashamed
blue and white colours .../


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The Butchers

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There - baited by the thump
of traffic several times -
it looked more than dead
with its striped pelt ripped open .../


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Shortcut

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Dream holes and desire paths -
those spire views and bared routes -
those modern urban lay lines -
guiding light and human shifts .../


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Pevensey Levels

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The filleted contrails
meet at an equal
destination over there .../


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Zero Four Thirty

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

For a man who has done his natural duty, death is as natural as sleep. GS Here we meet again you no longer a friend you jolt – a waking itch this drugged portend This unnatural discontent which sleep is for me it is a sickly thing It is as if rest itself is my disease...


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County Lines

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There - incongruous in khaki
among the lurid colours of youth -
two sallow lads sat by the tunnel
at the love-etched bench .../


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New England

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

They will soon take command
of the scattered pill boxes -
those red brick squatters
sat above river crossings .../


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יין אדום

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I don't believe in God
but I think she hears my prayers .../


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Loot

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

So she dug up my soul -
I have a price on my head -
she pulled if from my skull
because of what I said .../


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The Boxers

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There's now a looseness
of my limbs -
my flesh is tidal-tugged -
my skin's forgotten fingers -
it doesn't get their rub .../


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