Bradford Middleton lives in Brighton on the UK’s south coast. When he ain’t working his part-time supermarket job he can often be found either drinking at one of the many local bars or at home working at the words he dreams will let him escape this life. All his poetry chapbooks have sold-out now but he does have several new ones planned and under consideration. Since 2020 he’s been working on his first proper novel ‘All the Way to the End of the Line’ which he hopes someone will get to read soon. He tweets occasionally @BradfordMiddle5.
A SUNNY CORNER HAS BEEN TURNED
The nights now pass in a glare of TV screen And smoke as I forget all about the word, My true purpose here, and lose what little I Had left of my mind to US soap operas & Bad UK dramas as outside lays a world that Simply doesn’t interest me anymore but Tonight something feels different. As if a Weight has been lifted off my shoulders & At last I can sit here doing this as suddenly Everything feels just about right, as if life Has turned a blessed corner & all the roads Laid out ahead of me are sun-drenched where Anything is possible but hell I’ll probably Fuck it up or worse yet the mad Russian may Well start World War 3 and bring an end To all of us.
POETRY ON THE RADIO
I get home from work, the one that Keeps me off the streets, and am Straight on it, this work that keeps me Out the nearest madhouse and the Words start flowing until suddenly A distraction comes from my radio; Normally at this hour it’s some idiots Droning on about politics but, right Now, i hear a rhyme and a line and, Oh fuck i think, it’s some god-damn Poetry. “That was amazing!” the over-eager Host cheers as the poet comes to the End of his last stanza and I can’t get To my radio quick enough to turn the God-damn crap right off.
DONE IT AGAIN
I’ve written my way to Friendlessness as another One drops word, but to Me it just shows signs Of a pattern that I fear Can never be broken. It shows signs of disease Of a hate that has somehow Convinced them I’m fake Even though they’ve seen how I’ve lived down all these Years throughout which I’ve Lost some good ones, some Who made this life just a Little bit more fun & even Sometimes drunker. The Ones they turned me against As slowly we got down to just 1 + 1 and they are all that Is left from the olden days Of drinking the blues away In this town by the edge of The sea and now I have No one to turn to escape Their clutches of hate.