Inner

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The intimacy of it
has been shelved -
I use the phrase
'side-lined' as well .../


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Early Rising

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I let the cool air in over the parquet floor -
my temporary mistress for these few hours
before the sun fucks her rude heat
back into our brick and glass box .../


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BN1

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

BN sweats under this carbonised heat
as hard-hatted men kick up coughed dust
among those lost floors of Hanningtons -
that now-gutted department store .../


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Science Block

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Surface tension
gives water droplets
that almost
spherical shape
A sphere - I was told -
has the least
possible surface area .../


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Fixings

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A bare bulb hangs by two wires
over the bathroom mirror
as a reminder of his absence
with that unfinished fitting .../


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Any High Street

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It has become a confusion
of charity store drop offs -
butted to trim nail bars
and empty estate agents -
and now this English town
has a gaudy tanning shop .../


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Dents

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Hide me away
with a tumble of words
and do not release
the briefest of hugs .../


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The Long View

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I have relocated my work desk
We lugged it to the front room
where it hogs the bay window
with the intended long view .../


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The Lanes

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The local lanes have been narrowed
by the thickening of nature's ripeness
The scabbed tarmac routes are reduced
by the slow encroachments of greenery .../


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GMT

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I used to reset my watch
when flying over la Manche
An engineered engagement
of small clicks and twists -
spinning hours from the east
to Greenwich Mean Time ...


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