The weekend recolours
into the red wine stain
inside my rip run gut
she takes me to sleep
under these weighty dreams
They vainly organise
all the light
into a Looking Glass
that hyper-realism of repose
in which I now struggle
as I do in the day’s slow death
of this reducing disease
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Published by Mike Bell Poetry
Mike Bell's expanding collection of poems is his ongoing response to actual moments – conjured memories – and a fearful future.
His ambition is to publish 10,000 poems, and then take a nap.
His writing continues to be reproduced in various formats and journals – he also throws himself out there in occasional readings – open mics and poetry sessions – when his body is willing.
Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.
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