andrew mitchell : Writing

Whose line is it anyway?

Whose line is it anyway?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I may have written the lines but I didn't draw the line.
Casting a line!

Casting a line!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


An actor can only act on the lines given, a fisherman can only catch where the line is thrown.
In mind's still.

In mind's still.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Of those who are deadnumb enters with pleasure.
I heard on the hear!

I heard on the hear!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


On hearing the noiseI heard the musicthat lay beneath.
Under your spell of dilation.

Under your spell of dilation.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Under your spell of dilationI spy with my little eyefloating in your autumn brownsyou blinked;falling into your dilated abysswhere all your shadows hi..
The first mistake
A band of soldiers finds diplomacy in the dreg forest comes with consequences.
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a book without a cover

a book without a cover

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The more I seethe less I feelin the clutchesof reality binding.
There was no face.

There was no face.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


When one needed to reflect a mirror was not required.
Living with a law in a Country in denial.

Living with a law in a Country in denial.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


When you have no gun lawsyou're buying into troubledeath descends on thebacks of the ignorant,where powers that be,make the decisionsbut are not the o..
Behind closed doors.

Behind closed doors.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Home and alone someone knocked, it was loneliness, he never needed to ask on entering he was there for you.
I did! says....

I did! says....

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Who put the bonk into plonk?"I did!" said Desire.Now with all concerned relax,undressing starts now." What are you doing?"" Just teasing." says Flirt...