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Mic Wright

Mic Wright is a journalist, writer and compulsive talker. He was first published in the May Anthologies in 2003, the youngest poet that year, but failed to capitalise on his success by getting drunk and embarassing himself in front of a party full of literary agents.

Going into poetic hibernation for five years, he focused on writing and performing stand-up comedy. Returning to gigging this year, he writes short, funny poems and doesn't mention his demons. They're bloody furious.

By day, Mic writes about music, technology, food and culture for publications including Stuff Magazine, Q, Wired and The Guardian. By night he writes about broken hearts, pic'n'mix sweets and crushing embarrassment. He has been described as "the Woody Allen of North-West London" and "a cross between Albert Steptoe and Mick Jagger." He'll settle for that.

Love kills me

She said:
I will make you love me
or kill you in the process
I said:
go for option two
I’ll be more romantic
when I’m dead
rapping at your windows
and rocking
your rickety bed

Web: www.micwright.co.uk
Blog: brokenbottleboy.tumblr.com
Twitter: twitter.com/brokenbottleboy

Let's

Let’s get drunk
and have sex
in the hot darkness
of a hotel room
with the curtains closed
at three in the afternoon

Let’s write letters
to each other
and post them from
odd places
postmarks from abandoned towns
and nuclear testing sites

Let’s dance together
in the neon hum
of a cash machine vestibule
to music in our heads
pushed in there
by the rumble of nightclub bass

But let’s never talk about
the mortgage or
the interest rates
or spend Sunday afternoons
slumping zombied out
in the deathless aisles of Ikea

My bequests to the school

I scratched my initials into the lid of every desk
in the second floor science lab
in hieroglyphics I insisted that I had certainly existed

In a textbook on chemical formula
I slipped in my well-researched equation for falling in love
it’s an object lesson in cold hearts and depression.

I added myself into the index of a history book
then inserted myself into the chronology
“Several years ago, Mic Wright was here, he never conquered anybody…”

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