Poems
by Bradford Middleton

 

 

Tonight Ain’t Bad But Tomorrow Will Be A Glorious Wasted Mess Of A Day

 

Tonight is just a beer & remnant kinda

Night as this morning the green ran dry

& lack of funds mean I can’t score until

Tomorrow but at least tonight the

Beer tastes good & tomorrow I can

Waste as I get blitzed on the thought

Of no work until the day after &

With nothing to do it’s sure to be a

God-damn beautifully wasted happy day!

 

 

 

 

 

My Kind Of Simple Life

 

If the covid times taught me anything it was my

Music, my books, my films & my bed can just

About get me through anything provided there’s

Booze to be drank & smoke to smoke then this

Here life of mine is going to be just fine, so fine!

 

 

 

 

 

From Hell To Here

 

This new life has me happy,

Which I got to confess has

Me so confused as that is

Something I’ve struggled with

Through all these years since I began

My struggle with the mass of

General public in the realm

Of the dreaded food retail hell but

Now, well now, that seems

Like so long ago. 

 

I now walk the beach towards

Work and, today, did a nice

Little shift of 10 til 5 with even

An hour for my break and our

Customers are friendly and

My colleagues are often smiling

And friendly and it seems like

I’m living a dream & all those

Years lost in that supermarket

Hell are now gone.

 

 

 

 

 

TV Brain Death Takes Me To Bed

 

The night barely gets warmed up around these

Parts anymore and tonight, alas, it’ll be no

Damn different as I shut this machine down

& switch my brain off and deluge it with some

Of the usual old TV brain-death before bed

But tonight, I promise, it’s different as tomorrow

I have plans, plans for inspiration, plans for

Good, well maybe not good, but at least maybe

Something better than what I got right here

 

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