Seven Eleven

Mike Bell
Mike Bell
Mar 17 · 1 min read
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Conquer yourself rather than the world
RD

René dreamt [far too
much] — three dreams
in a night/ A desirous
fucker — with such wit
as to only think — take
away his numberings
& his measurements -
you still cannot count
out his words/ Where
I fell is a marker — it is
alongside others who
gave up on de volonté
for love & loosed hold
[ no misuse nor excess
in passion — RD]/ Sex -
it was her way to fix &
fill her insecurities — a
mother’s love is never
confection enough for
a woman who follows
sweeter scents into a
bedroom & opens up -
do not think too much
or else your dreams’ll
fill to fix unfixable lies
unfolded thigh-wide -
I’ll stand at my marker
& respire seven-eleven


Originally published at https://mikebellpoems.com on March 17, 2020.

Mike Bell

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Mike Bell

Since Nov ’15 I’ve been writing at least one poem a day. Some have been published & made money. By poem #10,000, I will be 85 yrs old & have beaten dementia.

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