EasyJet to Tel Aviv

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The red-haired air hostess, pinned by pearls and ponytail, worked the too busy aisle, shunting the rattled trolley as the Orthodox Jews curled each payot dutifully, before they gathered for prayers over Europe: Her ochre beauty bobbed between the brushed hats of the swaying gentlemen, her colouring broke hearts. Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims...


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Return

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In The Griffin the staff tossed a ball
across our route to the empty bar,
girl-to boy, boy-to-girl, and back,
a four-way playground match
of childish throw and catch..


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Early in Uckfield

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

So, they were gathered early
in their Sunday best
for a christening..


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Harry Dean Stanton

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Paris, Texas, and H.D.S.,
add a neck slide Ry Cooder,
his strangled introduction,


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Stephen Fry and I

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I knew I was senescent
when I matched Stephen Fry,
in corduroy and moleskin,
timeless like our lies..


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Trust Nobody

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

All politicians are liars,
the priests are hypocrites,
those estate agents sell boxes
to meet their sales targets..


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In Woods Above Town

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Sunlight broke ahead of us
snapping back the branches..


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Trafalgar

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In all
twenty two
nationalities
under one flag..


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London

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I looked up
and suddenly it was London,
the one of terraces
showing their scabby arses
to us,


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Eating Out

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

He sits opposite me

in MacDonald's,

my guest, for a moment,


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