andrew mitchell : Writing

Has anyone seen my DNA?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘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 ..