Mike Watts Contributions Page This index is to all Mike Watts's work by Date on thisisUll.com. No Sections:  2   No Items:  66

An 'Ull lad, born and bred, I was brought up on Orchard Park which seemed to have more 'ups' than 'downs' then and I had a good childhood there. I have been writing for a few years now and usually feel the need to pick up a pen when something rattles me, though it is nice when pure inspiration calls. I spend most of my spare time reading everything to do with anything. As for poetry, well I am a big admirer of Philip Larkin.

I knew Hull was a city with a huge amount of talent, especially music, but I thought most of the writers were 'secretive' and hid their work away in drawers, showing it only to a selected few .... just like me! So when a friend introduced me to the thisisUll website I thought ' WOW' and it gave me the push I wanted, enabling me to share my thoughts on things with others. The quality of the work featured in both the poetry and short story sections on the thisisUll website astonished me. Mike has been contributing fabulous poetry to thisisUll since March 2007. See them all here. No Sections:  2   No Items:  66 Fiction,Poetry

Poetry Don't Ever Use The 'P' Word By Mike Watts

Besides the bar staff, We were the only two faces In the room I offered her a drink. She raised a thumb And thanked me I brought over a pint and a half Read more...

Poetry Coming to a Street Near You By Mike Watts

He's got tattooed arms Thick as logs And struts around with Two big dogs Rottweilers All teeth and gob (To compensate his Tiny nob?) He goes to work Read more...

Poetry Bring It On! By Mike Watts

I cracked open Two double-yolkers Sent them sliding Across the pan Then I began to butter Some bread cakes To the left of me Read more...

Poetry A Yellow Ball By Mike Watts

Kneeling beside him On the tiled floor, My throat tightened. This was it. Whispering stuff, I buried my face Into his neck. That smell - Old, arthritic loyalty: Read more...

Poetry Larkin 25 - What Trees? (Inspired by The Trees) By Mike Watts

The trees are coming into grief You often hear it being said; For new development, cut and dead, It's ignorance beyond belief. Is it that they'll grow again As we grow old? No, it's not true. They'll be replaced by something new, Read more...

Poetry Tough Guy By Mike Watts

It's just me tonight And I've Necked Half a bottle Of good Bourbon I'm rock Read more...

Poetry Larkin 25 - It Really Was! (Inspired by Annus Mirabilis) By Mike Watts

Sexual intercourse began In nineteen eighty three (Which was brilliant for me) - Between the end of Tennessee Williams And Madonna's first LP Up till then they'd only been A sort of wanking A secret stash of porn Read more...

Poetry - This Is Not A Love Poem By Mike Watts

No She didn't Punch A hole through My breast bone Rip out My still beating heart And then volley it Out of sight Somewhere Read more...

Poetry - I Probably Deserved It By Mike Watts

Early hours Monday I had this mad episode I thought I was being Strangled I could feel the pressure Around my throat Fingers crushing my Adam's apple Read more...

Poetry - Fun and Games By Mike Watts

1:07 am I'm battling the shits And an agony so intense I feel as though rats Are tearing their way Out of me I double over and clutch My shins Read more...

Poetry - Cider Barry By Mike Watts

My mate's a boozer Always smashed on cider Always lost in space Wind milling All over the place And it troubles me It's horrible Watching him drown In fermented apple Read more...

Poetry - Sweet As A Nut By Mike Watts

I'm under the shower Just about finished I turn the dial Squeak back my wet hair I'm done I pull back the curtain And with one foot up On the side of the bath Read more...

Poetry - The Bad And The Ugly By Mike Watts

Last night I picked up a brick And broke a window I watched the glass Smash and crash I watched it explode and splinter It was the chemist I'd done And being too pissed to run I just stood there Read more...

Poetry - Story By Mike Watts

Cancer had been chewing at her For a couple of years before she Finally succumbed to it She was 40 and had Two grown-up kids I received the news by text Whilst I was in bed This made sleep pretty elusive Read more...

Poetry - As It Was By Mike Watts

Shower light's still on Cheap coffee's gone Been asked where I've been Can smell Mr Sheen A liner in the bin Pornography's missing Toilet flushes blue Read more...

Poetry - 500 Yards By Mike Watts (Video)

I side step Dog shit A syringe A wounded tampon From some Dirty minge A crushed can On somebody's bonnet Read more...

Poetry - All To Come By Mike Watts

Amid the intensity Of summer When I meander Through afternoons Chaotic With crowd And colour Read more...

Poetry - People By Mike Watts

Don't ever be afraid To speak your mind Even if you find Your words smacking Like a fist Into the face Of the person that You're speaking to Read more...

Poetry - Poetry ...1980 By Mike Watts

It was the Yanks And Russians That frightened me Winding each other up Constantly It bothered me More than girls Read more...

Poetry - Write Off By Mike Watts

A van had overturned And I was wedged in Bumper to bumper For over an hour Being tortured By a piss That I was preparing To surrender to Read more...

Poetry - Dirty Daydreams and Dentists By Mike Watts

I was miles away Stood with a semi-on At a bus-stop Directly opposite Ann Summers Whose big square eyes Bulged With well-fit Read more...

Poetry - As Good As It Gets By Mike Watts

Sometimes I think My life is fantastic I've actually got everything I could ever need It would be obscene To want anything more This morning for example: Read more...

Fiction - One All By Mike Watts
	The knock on the door sounded official; usually callers just pressed the bell, but this morning, they didn't... Dean's heart rate moved up a notch. 'Who the fuck's that?' He stood up from the chair that he was slouched in and walked over to the window. Parting the curtains slightly, he observed two powerfully built characters standing there. One was holding a clip-board; his sleeveless arms were loaded with tattoos Read more...

Poetry - Subject Matter By Mike Watts

She rolled down her Black leggings And lowered herself Onto the pot Her bleached denim skirt Hiding That special pink As she focused Read more...

Poetry - The Slot By Mike Watts

A beer would be fatal And relaxing's out The question I need to move about Sip at a coffee That I'll pour away I'll take my third Read more...

Poetry - You know By Mike Watts

You shadow me Like a crow Fall on me Like black snow And from a burnt sky Thick with filthy rain, You pollute my brain. Read more...

Poetry - Two Things By Mike Watts

Stuck inside Marooned without money Watching the rain Trickle skinny rivers Down the glass I'm trapped Behind Read more...

Poetry - Winter Sports By Mike Watts

Dogs that pause To piss Up icy poles Are meat To a deadly shot Shaping slushy Cannonballs Read more...

Poetry - Birds Like That By Mike Watts

Got chatting to this lass Swear down She was as fit as fuck You would have took Her for a model She was class So I shot to the bar Read more...

Poetry - Common Blue By Mike Watts

It was surrounded By wild flowers Painted- miss perpetual motion That we flaunted Our existence In the gentlest manner - Sharing, (as I slipped Read more...

Poetry - Year To The Day By Mike Watts

When salt slides Down your skin When your eyes Are raspberry red When your heart's A fist in your throat When a memory Read more...

Poetry - Cert. 18 By Mike Watts

I handed over a twenty And we left the queue To join another: Popcorn, Revels, Ribena - I handed over a ten And then we queued again. Fifteen minutes limped by Read more...

Poetry - Unlucky Numbers By Mike Watts

I hate it when I Have to struggle out Of bed early hours for A slash and it's Freezing and I'm Wiped - out because I Stayed up late to Read more...

Poetry - Bookshop Millie By Mike Watts

I've forgotten my glasses So this place is pointless, But I'm hanging around Because there's this girl, 'Millie' Who works the till And we're spending her 'half day' together. Read more...

Poetry - Stubborn Stain By Mike Watts

A frenzy of lips As we engaged In the back of A taxi Your hot wet mouth Crippling me In my jeans    Read more...

Poetry - 30 Seconds Later By Mike Watts
	I met fear today A ball-shrinking ordeal Of dark confrontation Blocking my way: A street predator Six foot of cold blood, An unmuzzled Dog-faced bastard Read more...

Poetry - Crime Scene By Mike Watts
	I'm sinking my cold Bare flesh into the hot shock Of clear, steaming water, And as I hit the enamel A sudden burst of yellow Mushroom's out From between my legs: Read more...

Poetry - Fanny By Mike Watts
	Fused, inside her fossil head, Battling to unravel The way she's faced, A rare Victorian, Whose busy family Just can't be arsed. Read more...

Poetry - Talking to Mirrors By Mike Watts
	I'm knocking it on the head I've had enough I'm getting tough The destructive voices that I dread Are daring me to keep going, But it's all wrong Read more...

Poetry - What If? By Mike Watts
	What if I take a downward slide, Would people say 'at least you tried'? What if success becomes my story, Would anyone begrudge the glory? What if the truth's a hammer blow, Would it be better to never know? What if I get sick of saying sorry, Read more...

Poetry - Come On You 'Ull By Mike Watts
	Statistics claim my city sucks And in 'Crap Towns' and other books They say - poverty and slum have tied the knot And we're all wild on drink and pot, And teenage girls with STD's Push their buggies in two's and three's, Past feral gangs tooled-up and hooded Read more...

Poetry - Wheel of Misfortune By Mike Watts
	He went mad again And blew his brick Like the brainless prick He's turning out to be, It's the roulette you see, Her tight little gash Keeps swallowing cash Read more...

Poetry - Somewhere in Mind By Mike Watts
	This place has a crystal river A shimmering snake of colour Drizzling through a landscape Of emerald and sapphire, Framed and hung the thousand times That I've closed my eyes To see it. Read more...

Poetry - Now She's Gone By Mike Watts
	Every Friday was pizza night And we'd share a large pepperoni With extra chilli And a box of fries Which I always dished out 60/40 Because she was too gorgeous To be ruined by equal portions. Read more...

Poetry - These Streets By Mike Watts
	These streets are as mean As a dog gone mad The raised fist Of a drunken dad A thousand wasps In a swarm of fury A hot and hungry Read more...

Poetry - I Have Never By Mike Watts
	Smoked or taken drugs Had jewellery dangling from my lugs Been tempted by a teenage tart Held a lighter to a fart Backed a horse that's won a race Had a virgin on my face Thought Jim Davidson was funny Read more...

Poetry - Rocky The Rat By Mike Watts
	When I was ten I was given a rat A pet shop reject As big as a cat That shared the shed With my brothers rabbit Read more...

Poetry Debbie By Mike Watts
	At school fat Debbie was the joke Whose only friends were crisps and coke, Who invited buns and bags o' chips To settle on her arse and hips, Which gave nothing in return Just calories she couldn't burn; So Debbie cried and Debbie grew Read more...

Poetry I Need By Mike Watts
	proof I need truth I need another crack at youth. I need hope I need dope I need stimulants to cope. Read more...

Poetry - Showtime By Mike Watts
	The resident nuisance staggers, Zip down, dribbling at the busy Sweating behind mirrored bars. Mirrors reflecting movement, Scenes from the Neanderthal, The grunting unfit for their cars. Read more...

Poetry - Beyond The Glass By Mike Watts
	Up, with the flat-top and yogurts I palm a circle into the condensation And watch, through fusty wet, A surrendered street expose itself. Two plaster-spattered jackets light up Beside a battered van. Read more...

Poetry - The Road Sweeper By Mike Watts
	Reluctantly he slipped away from the depot And pushing through his steaming breath With thin-gloved flesh numb as death, He shrank into the thickening snow. And like a bud, he embraced the dissolving Of whiteness, evermore bitter Read more...

Poetry - The Decline Of The Fishing Industry By Mike Watts
	Once I battled for frogs When the waters bubbled and croaked With slippery life. I hunted minnows, flashing silver arrows Darting through the weeds; Caught and re-housed in soup-tins, Chipped mugs, held tightly like Read more...

Poetry - Off The Chest By Mike Watts
	I'm sick of you You're full of crap Mr 'victim' of the poverty trap What bollocks - and to be blunt You're just a fucking lazy cunt Sat on your arse for twenty years Blowing dope and necking beers Read more...

Poetry - On Getting A Mate A Job By Mike Watts
	He reckons life was wonderful When he was on the dole When he had fuck all. Well now it's a mess Because there's even less He's never any dosh Got a prick for a boss Read more...

Poetry - Night Fishing By Mike Watts
	Buzzing in the heat of clubber's breath My senses pinball from arse to arse As they shake and crash around me. Stilettoed feet shuffle and stamp As I scan an electric duo Boogieing beneath skirts Read more...

Poetry - Lunar By Mike Watts
	Ancient luminous coin Gripped within the crush of space How solemn you are, And how freely Your pale borrowed light Enriches earth evenings. Read more...

Poetry - Once a Thought Night By Mike Watts
	In this age of new disease Where bronchial factories wheeze Chronic clouds pour poison Land lubricates the ocean And every inch of green Is bullied by machine. Read more...

Poetry - One Day In Daphnes Life By Mike Watts
	Creeps creeping through her house helped themselves And left caramel-coloured shit reeking in every room. She was scrubbing when the police arrived. In the lounge, a new space carpeted with dust And her yucca collapsed Against the couch. In the kitchen an open freezer Read more...

Poetry - Louder Than Words By Mike Watts
	'We have performed this very difficult task Out of love for our people. And we have suffered no damage To ourselves, to our souls, Or our characters .' Heinrich Himmler Read more...

Poetry - Family Fortunes By Mike Watts
	My sister Susan is dead. My parents too. They're both buried With dad's lot, where mother's on top For a change. The second to drop One gin-filled evening, I was there As she bounced off every stair. And later, to ease the grief Read more...

Poetry - I Confess By Mike Watts
	Coming home one Friday night Scranning burgers and half pissed Me and a mate stopped to talk to three prossies All smoking in the doorway of a charity shop. "What would I get for a quid?" Me mate said belching and flicking onion Read more...

Poetry - Thirst By Mike Watts
	Sprawled like a victim I shrink on the heat of the bed. Closing-time poltergeists Rattle beneath my window. Glass shrieks across concrete As young voices drip, Go forth and multiply Read more...

Poetry - A Yorkshire Princess By Mike Watts
	This proud bird parades no vanity She paddles her feet in the Humber Muddies her dress to show she's working, As hard as they'll let her. Breathing in, breathing out, A great warehouse, a production line For the conquerors' of Kings, of Read more...

Poetry - The Day Off By Mike Watts
	On weekend parole I slip the boss For time and space and candyfloss. Early, and all the sleeping streets are mine Except for those on double time; Sickly crews with post-pub shock A drink damaged body clock, As I pass the milk and paper rounds Read more...

Poetry - Decisions By Mike Watts
	Disturbed behind bleached white net Crashing hysterically into the glass, Should I thump, poison, Or ignore you? Buzzing black carrier of filth Desperate to fly, desirous to feed Read more...

Poetry - Ah! But Does Crime Pay? By Mike Watts
	Of course crime pays silly twat Ask the druggie in his luxury flat With a ton of bling dripping from his skin A new BM and a baseball bat. Ask the murderer on day release With his finger raised to the police Stalking somebody's wife or daughter Read more...