My naked body would look worse
only if crucified on Bacon’s canvas –
Because I conspire with my reflection
to blank out the sags and stretches
which later ageing has brush-dragged
so that my dark-haired belly bloats
with the crap and oil I cannot avoid –
I then wash it down with just one more –
and the wine glass is half an egg timer
of emptiness – rouged red and framed
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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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