andrew mitchell : Writing

Where was the walking stick in stand then fall?

Where was the walking stick in stand then fall?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


One had to have visionwhen standing for parliament,but all too often,they were blinded by the lights.
Just altered states!

Just altered states!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In the mosque of mindsparadise was born....and lost.
Of paradises born and lost.

Of paradises born and lost.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


As Poe lookedthrough eye sockets empty,the cranium eruptedin nebula fashionon Kubrick's Space Odyssey.But one did not have totravel far forinfinite po..
The talk amongst the moon, the stars, the planets.

The talk amongst the moon, the stars, the planets.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


It was decided,when the moonsheltered the sunfrom man's embarrassmentspermanently,Earth would becomean unquiet grave.
The portal to nothing.

The portal to nothing.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Underneath the starslies the apprehensionthat the heavens aboveis all but a myth,and one foot in the gravedoes not mean the other footis placed in hea..
A rubik's mind of writing.

A rubik's mind of writing.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Beware the puppeteer poetwho strings wordsin many a verseto leave you danglingin the quagmire of meaning.Or the vagrant poetlost in translation,lost f..
I smell brimstone.

I smell brimstone.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


You could place your bets,if the devil couldn't do it,be rest assuredthe she-devil could.This was not a mathematicalbet, but more intuition,from smell..
The drought.

The drought.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


While love breaks,swept outon waves of tidal change, now barren:wind hollowsthrough carcass mindshaving skeletal thoughts litteredacross sunburnt plai..
In the carriage of phantom thoughts less travelled.

In the carriage of phantom thoughts less travelled..

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In the carriage once full,pulled were memoriescarried through,stored on life passing,but now on phantom thoughts gallopingbeat the wings of time,dilut..
The cranium airbag!

The cranium airbag!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I was always crashing the same car....but so what....I had the same craniumdriven by memoriesthat swerved and avoidedtoday's realities.