Checks

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Earth Wind & Fire boogie
in the muted waiting room
But no one dances here ...


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Luna

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

'Slumped' would be a good description
of my state after the coffees were delivered

I cried as little as I could as we dissected lives ...


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A Man in White

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We dropped over Falmer
and sped past a man in white
who was bent-double
among the weighted hedges ... /


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Wedding Rites

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The small streets of Windsor
are sparkling today -
it helps that the homeless
were moved on their way .../


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From the Gift Shop

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

In the dream there were scatterings
of things you had bought and then kept
Small gifts from a trip which were never given -
a sprinkle of purchased intentions ...


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Eating Out

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Grown men nibble on ice cream cones
as a Chinese woman commands her dog
and two girls giggle whilst playing crazy golf ..


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Sip

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The way I sipped
from my coffee cup lid
made me form
the pout of a kiss ...


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Workshop Lines

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

These words are also chiselled
but it is still an easier art
than his hammer and tilt ...


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Weather Warning

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This apprehension rumbles -
one only audible to me?
I fear the threat of loneliness ...


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Recovery Position

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I lie supine
on the marital bed
the curtains flirt
like Monroe's dress ...


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