Poem #2,139: I miss that cruelty

I miss that cruelty – it is
a curse [it is fixed in my
blood] – bruised dignity
was my grisly swelling –

She told me things that
would make me sick – a
vomited response to all
her wins – Only from her

lips were cast such stuff
[of unbelievable songs]
& thrown up [again] as
olid slicks [they’ll crawl

across my bared skin] &
I am listening to crack &
snap of her whips – Hear
her now repeating it all?

Poem #2,139: I miss that cruelty I miss that cruelty – it is a curse [it is fixed in my blood] – bruised dignity was my grisly swelling – She told me things that would make me sick – a vomited response to all her wins – Only from her lips were cast such stuff [of unbelievable songs] & thrown up [again] as olid slicks [they’ll crawl across my bared skin] & I am listening to crack & snap of her whips – Hear her now repeating it all?

Poem #2,139: I miss that cruelty

I miss that cruelty – it is
a curse [it is fixed in my
blood] – bruised dignity
was my grisly swelling –

She told me things that
would make me sick – a
vomited response to all
her wins – Only from her

lips were cast such stuff
[of unbelievable songs]
&amp; thrown up [again] as
olid slicks [they’ll crawl

across my bared skin] &amp;
I am listening to crack &amp;
snap of her whips – Hear
her now repeating it all?

I Miss That Cruelty

This is my daily writing ritual. It started on the 5th of November 2015. It is a 30-plus year experiment to see if writing a poem a day, my ongoing commitment, can contribute to maintaining mental skills and avoiding those growing ravages of ageing upon the brain.

These poems form a narrative of my life, politically and emotionally, fact and fiction, with which I hope to find engagement with other individuals who are also just trying to get by, with, or without any concerns.

My inspiration comes from daily events, connections, films, books, and real interactions – ten thousand small things – which all seem to demand bigger attention from me.

I have been published in the UK & USA, although submissions often are not chased, and appearing on this site my poems are regarded as ‘published’ by editors, so make themselves excluded from the usual poetry game. But then I don’t play to those rules.

Other Work
My pre-lockdown day job found me designing weird stuff for weird people – experiential, exhibition, event and other designs in 3D.

This can be found at www.freelancevisuals.co.uk

During lockdown, I lost all that work, so I created maps of data, which continue to flourish – primarily about bands, but also plots, sports, politics and lies.

This can be found at www.mikebellmaps.com

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This is my daily writing ritual. It started on the 5th of November 2015. It is a 30-plus year experiment to see if writing a poem a day, my ongoing commitment, can contribute to maintaining mental skills and avoiding those growing ravages of ageing upon the brain. These poems form a narrative of my life, politically and emotionally, fact and fiction, with which I hope to find engagement with other individuals who are also just trying to get by, with, or without any concerns. My inspiration comes from daily events, connections, films, books, and real interactions – ten thousand small things – which all seem to demand bigger attention from me. I have been published in the UK & USA, although submissions often are not chased, and appearing on this site my poems are regarded as ‘published’ by editors, so make themselves excluded from the usual poetry game. But then I don’t play to those rules. Other Work My pre-lockdown day job found me designing weird stuff for weird people – experiential, exhibition, event and other designs in 3D. This can be found at www.freelancevisuals.co.uk During lockdown, I lost all that work, so I created maps of data, which continue to flourish – primarily about bands, but also plots, sports, politics and lies. This can be found at www.mikebellmaps.com

This is my daily writing ritual. It started on the 5th of November 2015. It is a 30-plus year experiment to see if writing a poem a day, my ongoing commitment, can contribute to maintaining mental skills and avoiding those growing ravages of ageing upon the brain.

These poems form a narrative of my life, politically and emotionally, fact and fiction, with which I hope to find engagement with other individuals who are also just trying to get by, with, or without any concerns.

My inspiration comes from daily events, connections, films, books, and real interactions – ten thousand small things – which all seem to demand bigger attention from me.

I have been published in the UK &amp; USA, although submissions often are not chased, and appearing on this site my poems are regarded as ‘published’ by editors, so make themselves excluded from the usual poetry game. But then I don’t play to those rules.

Other Work
My pre-lockdown day job found me designing weird stuff for weird people – experiential, exhibition, event and other designs in 3D.

This can be found at www.freelancevisuals.co.uk

During lockdown, I lost all that work, so I created maps of data, which continue to flourish – primarily about bands, but also plots, sports, politics and lies.

This can be found at www.mikebellmaps.com

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