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Deus Ex Machina
For nine months you slept,
in your amber cave.
Fossilised specimen sat in stasis,
lying in state for that first parade.
Head-
(“Shoulder, Arms”)
Blue hue beneath a bed
of thick brown hair.
I sit-
dodge the flood of insults
birthed through a maze
of clenched teeth.
Lungs deflate-
deprived of a single
bated           breath
Inhale-
rain raps on the window frame;
a constant taptaptap
of boney fingers on lint.
The ground shakes with
hand steps (inverted ballet);
nervous twitch switching places
with the gentle throb of a
giant hand.
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Under Heavy Heart your Heavy Eyes Die.
Under heavy heart your heavy eyes die,
forcing light aside for blue hue haze;
Don't walk, stand still, no wings for you to fly.
You strive to wade but feet stay dry,
as the sun exiles the minutes and the days.
Under heavy heart your heavy eyes die.
Strung and sprawling with legs raised high,
and all notions felled by each passing craze.
Don't walk, stand still, no wings for you to fly.
Sleeping tight atop a pool of wax not dry,
as it boils beneath the breath of the rays.
Under heavy heart your heavy eyes die.
Sit and stare through cross-stitched sty
and madness parched lips from constant malaise.
Don't go, stand still, no wings for you to fly.
Forever you wait in line to lie
behind the cusp of each pupilless gaze.
Under heavy heart your heavy eyes die.
Don't go, stand still, no wings for you to fly.  
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Thou Strok'st Me
I paid;
Ten pounds for the utmost privilege,
plus expenses that I was too embarrassed
(or at least too proud) to gage.
Did she require breakfast?
Nothing better than toast and tea
(tea and toast) to liven the steadfast
corruptible
mind.
More about the money, it seemed.
Her shoes were on thin feet
and her eyes to the unlabelled
non-existent
EXIT sign.
Dinner -
plates scraped free of the waste
that had once seemed so appetising.
Glint of fat mixed with dripping water
and forks screeching their own defiant hum.
The clock seemed to have stopped-
No, the hand still marched that same old march
that confused (angered) mesmerised
physicists and philosophers alike.
Two feet under frail frame;
an inadequate host.
Dangling
  feet
                        dancing.
Samba rumba salsa.
Rope around throat is the
ONLY
indication that something isn't right.
Golden garrotted Greyhound
neck leaves the room
left
       
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His Broken Finger
His broken finger dangles from its stem,
to cauterise the blood beneath thin skin.
A hammer blow, a tickle of the tongue
that pickles rhyme and reason in a jar.
So what?
Are they below the rats and cats?
They gnaw the fat torn straight from bone
alone behind a shiny, numb facade.
So what?
They flay the whores to bind them to
a contract lined from nails and isotopes
(which tear apart the frailest cells in sleep)
For what?
A Penny for the Guy (forked tongue)
who stares into the dark and smiles his own
small, derelict and introverted grin.
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Pillow Forts
Your fort is the smallest haven
of tree and brick and feather.
We drink and our brains simmer
languidly, between the walls.
I can focus on points of light
distantly, while you speak of
import, ships on fire and the
greatest steps you ever made.
Your fort is like a den,
white, electric, sunken and still
made from shadow puppets and
steeped, swelling tea leaves.
We can forget our names here
leave them at the pillowed door
under the arch of feathers
and sink into the floor boards.
The backs of chairs hold up our sky
drifting golden above us
as though there was no reason
ever, to leave.
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Between Moonlight
Flutter;
The rustling of silken sheets
Soft touches of pattering feet
Life thrums behind the silence
Passion hums beneath the cold
The veil has covered with dusk again
The bright skies sinking to Mistress Night
Luscious tresses of raven-wing black
Blinds and soothes, with desolate lack
Peering through dark shifting clouds
A maiden shy, with friends of sound
Delicate creatures, that flit about
Gentle shadows, played across the grounds
Bathed in etheral glows of the radiant Lady
Swathed in cloth of glimmering shine
Dressed in jewels, plucked from a starlit sky
A gem of the softest nature, dainty and fine
Listen;
Fearsome wolves are growling and snapping
The air stirs, the symbol of wings aflight
A soft chirping of an unseen choir
The chorale to the lullaby, the Daughter of Night's song
The howling is eerie, resounding, cascading
Louder, closer, desperate and fierce
The time is over, Night yet young
The moonlight flickers, the spotlight broken
The hourglass has fallen
The theatre stage cl
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Even though I am working on a few intermittent projects with some very talented people, I am looking to write a script or two in the immediate future.

If any of the artists that I have on here are looking for a writer for any kind of project, then hit me up. 

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Michael A. Withell
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My name is Michael A. Withell and I’m a law graduate and aspiring writer from Beverley, England.

My literary interests range from James Joyce to Batgirl and the things I write tend to mimic these variations!

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Great work.
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