There is a translucence

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There is a translucence
to my inquiet sleeping
with waking seconds
pulling consciousness in
.../


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Night Sweats

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Never write
about your sweated dreams
or sleep beyond each sunrise

You will not shake off
those fallacious night beads .../


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Before An Alarm

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am abraided at five AM
to another sung summoning
of loud bird light beyond
my night-bared sash panes .../


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Not Undressed

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Last night there was an uncured intimacy between three old lovers of common threads These damaged nights are my fluid playground of sex and rekindled offset stuff – old urges and displaced motives which will take this day to loosen off and unknot from that second place – reached far too early when nightmares broke...


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A Casting Couch

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Again – a rolled-eye look upon you – a lost lover in muddling dreams – with me as your interloper who pulls at those fetters you forged when away// We had made our tugged bonds in bicycled years when curious games stopped at bare cliff edges// My role in this slept future is as a...


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The Itch

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am riven by my overblown
irritants of untouchable
itches .../


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The Dew Pond

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I have woken to
that occasional weight
of the chain mail
of another night sweat .../


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Zero Four Thirty

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

For a man who has done his natural duty, death is as natural as sleep. GS Here we meet again you no longer a friend you jolt – a waking itch this drugged portend This unnatural discontent which sleep is for me it is a sickly thing It is as if rest itself is my disease...


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3am

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

These are such long hours
in this slumbered house -
that only I ever know .../


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Inner

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The intimacy of it
has been shelved -
I use the phrase
'side-lined' as well .../


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