It’s half-nine on a Friday night
And I sit here, dreaming of sleep
My tired body aches and all of me
Craves rest as tomorrow is just
Another day in this lifetime meant
For living, not one but two parties
To fit in and an excuse to drink
Booze whilst stood in company
Away from this typer but in with
Bloody poets, some damn performers
Others more cerebral but most of all
None are like me.
Bradford Middleton was born in London in the summer of 1971, won his first poetry prize in 1980 and then promptly gave up for nearly thirty years. His style has developed somewhat from his 9 year old self and can now be read in a number of small press publications and a few magazines. His most recent chapbook was published recently by Analog Submission Press as ‘Flying through this Life like a Bottle Battling Gravity’ and if you like what you read go be his friend at Facebook @bradfordmiddleton1 or on Twitter @beatnikbraduk.