My blood rubs

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

'My blood rubs'
partly explains
my old disease

Hourly beaten
without seeing
my aggressor
.../


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Holinshed’s Chronicles

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Your brief candle will light
my abdication - write it down
Please - remove my crown
before its weight crushes me... /


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Looking Glass

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Mistaking a neighbour’s two-stroke strimmer for another trapped bee – one more season’s reck – it too duped this side of fingered glass panes – just another easy summertime error I lifted a cold blackbird – paw-rolled after impact with that same window – taking it from our path to place its fragile body under...


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Fluxus

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

My heated tears contain stomach acid – piteous shit – feeling sorry for myself having thrown my empty gut’s content into the piss-plated Made in Italy bowl They will not scar my face – we only fear such long-term effects on our throats – heightened instances of – that is enough for now – Sit...


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As If She Had Struck Herself

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Banshee my first thought – followed by lunatic and then spitting feathers but was spitting nails better? Her hand was sudden – flat – iron-hard on my face in such a swift upper arc It was well-practised – she was beating every man and boy who had ever dare ignore her high pitch of orders...


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The Stick

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There are re-tightened circles within my bind – my condition of well-rounded concentric ripples Feel them grip – feel with me He laughs at my stick and walk because he’s so very drunk before an unequal fill of booze ferments inside my empty gut thickly – as if a dreadful influenza but none of those...


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No Cure

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That bore – by auger – into one’s own skull – known as trepanning – has never appealed until this too-long day of blindness and pain Such drilling to mirror by my resting tremor has hashtag fail typed quick-by-others to my sapped at selfie Best left to sicker men Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims...


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Pain Gardening

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I closed my raw eyes
to suck upon this -
but drew too much
to hold my breat .../-


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Social-ism

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It's .. trying to construct
a society around production
for need .. not .. for profit -
.. meeting people's needs ..
I half-quote Tony Benn .../


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Holding

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There are ripe callouses
on one of my palms -
a furrow of skin
in my walking stick hand .../


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