Pinballed

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

An incessant ring - ricochets
off cold button slappings -
leaves me rolled by misses
off others' flickering wrists ... /


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Perfect Skin

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This skin on my foot
is turning to cratered scales -

like that of F's
re-homed grandpa... /


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The Boundary Ghost

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A crop of prime turf
is to my back
My thin brick perch digs in
to my lowered leg aches
after a blind walk from Ripe's
church across three fields -
now sat stiffly in Chalvington
.../


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Selflessnesses

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Do not be sofa bound
by reelings -
by spasms
off muscle contractions


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Birthday Presents

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is now that time
we scan around
and make honest
our current account
of fouled landscapes
and our - ever - endless
opaque cloud makings... /


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Thought

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Repeat after me that long-known word
Our first-person singular pronoun

I

Now hold off your birl of cogitations
about other lives spinning from you
.../


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Uckfield Carnival

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This floor is piss-sweated
as are those swilled bowls
at Cinque Ports in Uckfield... /


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Labouring Under

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There are no greater spurs to human indecency
than cheap shortcuts to wealth

be they lotteries or lies - they are muted calls
to hard work - to tilth
.../


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Drinking In

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I settled on love
before I fell - drunk

on your kissed-sips -
your wet heat
on my unfurled tongue..., /


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Concupiscence

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I study there in your sudor pool
which through this night is drip-fed

off your hips and thighs in twists
where your legs are no more your legs
.../


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