andrew mitchell : Writing

The Travelling Grave.

The Travelling Grave.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The Travelling Grave.A travelling manhe was by trade,but his lifestyle spread......became his death bed.The locals witnessedhis ghostly wavefondly nam..
From a distance looking on.

From a distance looking on.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


From a distance looking on.When my world axis movedI felt change,I was alone.No longer orbitingher sun, her love,I became an observer,the man in the m..
T'was an air of impudence, I swear!

T'was an air of impudence, I swear!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Such a nice word for unmannerliness which is also a word.lol
Is this it? I wonder!

Is this it? I wonder!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Is this it? I wonder!If the imaginablebecame beyond belief,incomprehensible.....where would our imaginations lie;in the never neveror somewhere near,i..
As the reporters of the BBC move closer....

As the reporters of the BBC move closer....

A Poem by andrew mitchell


As the reporters of the BBC move in closer....As the reporters of the BBC moved in;a posse of ants all disrupted,all entertainment focused onthe serpe..
And the winner of the Presidential election goes to......

And the winner of the Presidential election goes t..

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Ladies and Gentlemen!The winner of the Presidential election goes to....I'm opening the envelope now is..........Batman! Everyone needs a hero..
Would you make love to a poet?

Would you make love to a poet?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


A conversation between two middle aged ladies.
From push comes shove!

From push comes shove!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


From push comes shove.On waking upthere she was....I don't rememberthe how, the when, the why.I don't think she did either.Both nameless, nakednot you..
Should I, shan't I....should I

Should I, shan't I....should I

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Should I, shan't I... should ITo elope and...end up in her envelope.That is the question!Or I could...just cut throughthe chase and usemy letter opene..
When parallel planes meet.

When parallel planes meet.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


When parallel planes meet.As eyes clashed momentarily,regaining composureI saw her hip grooveto my beat.Leaving a trailof erotic sensationsquivering i..