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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Old Devices

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We'd race to get the telephone -
stating our number as rote taught -
our mother in her poshest voice
but rough for sister talk .../


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Cracks

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I'm spitting out my words
I do not like their taste -
I've been thinking too much lately
now I'm fat around my waist .../


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Call Ended

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

When I touched the button
and killed our discourse
I ripped with emptiness
then filled with remorse .../


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Jürgen

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

How many teeth
has Jürgen got?
His smile exposes
quite a glut .../


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Gravesend

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The singing whale
sang canary song
swimming upstream
in the river of kings
.../


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09:45

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This is my time of day
with the door wide open -
just clock ticks and the dog
to keep me company .../


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