Ripped

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I read of the theft
of a golden reliquary
which held the dead heart
of Anne of Brittany ..


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Hauntings

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

After beating
the brick shit
out of this tired
last-leg house ...


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Cutting Out

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I step out to an evening's aura
to West Park's dark-cut recovery
of trim lawn-strimmed flora
now sliced to a fragrant enquiry ...


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World War

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That was a beer-warmed evening
underlined by an obese burger -
I avoided my return to the house
which echoed to a party of kids
and the small dog's commands .../


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I wear it like a suit

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It's always your quick precedent

You will be angry with me

It makes me to be a monster


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The Player

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

In our comedy of errors
I played the lead ...


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The Dark Room

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

They appeared on my phone
in a series of texts ...


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The Thames

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I drag my wooden ride
to where the water lies

to that lowest of tides
before the tsunami's rise ...


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Un

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We will discuss disconnections

such things we must trust ...


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Saturday

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The weekend recolours
into the red wine stain
inside my rip run gut ...


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