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Has anyone seen my DNA?
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Why on earth would I want to be anywhere else for my atoms are arranged perfectly here. While my DNA belt holds up my pants RNA is close by ..
At the bar of shadows
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Far from the maddening crowd tongues still sliver across the sounds that resonate the writhing against creaking shadows that reek of alcohol spe..
It’s just a use by date
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
What is mortality but an end to a beginning. It’s just a use by date, and with it comes total exhaustion from the last breath that doe..
The finishing touches
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
When there is an urge there are no words to describe the passage of play between two as there are no words needed masked by the senses coordin..
Dealings with time
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Where to find time when time is wafer thin and what about time before time, where was the crossroad? Did I miss the turn on getting here? Was ..
Blackberry fields forever
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Remember this! When the verse flys high above and words descend from the sky upon your head where the meaning now lies scattered amongst ..
The dangling conversation
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
The dangling conversation went like this I lost my thoughts and you caught them. While in speaking of things that matter I gathered all your loo..
My financial identity
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
I have always felt I was suppose to be rich beyond my wildest dreams but alas, I was born in a poor man’s body. Maybe, I’m just tran..
Seafood delights
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
You show me your prawn and I’ll show you my oyster. But you’re just a groper! So! You’re just a crab! Fishing around are we? Do..
‘Twas a dead line
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
In a world of angelic white the page pondered, empty hearted awaiting for pen. Miss Paper? Yes! We have some bad news. Your rendezvous with ..
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