andrew mitchell : Writing

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..
Beware on what you catch!

Beware on what you catch!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Beware on what you catch!He who danglesthe carrot dangling,better have a full supply.
Into the arms of nothingness.

Into the arms of nothingness.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Into the arms of nothingness.i was lostshe found mei walked the plank,she walked the aisle.i jumped,she caught mei couldn't swim,i drowned.taken in, s..
I'm in her docks!

I'm in her docks!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I'm in her docks!it was not justher vesselof blood and bonethat impressed me,but the way shenavigated her ship.
Don't hurry!

Don't hurry!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Don't hurry!If you sit back,the grass still grows.... regardless.