Poems
by Bradford Middleton

 

Weekend Noises Outside My Window

 

There are those people out there who tell me

I’m lucky, lucky to live in this wonderful little

Slice of Bohemia & right next to the beach but

Tonight as I sit here all I can hear is the noise

…the noise of the air b&b’s filling up for the

Weekend ahead as the sirens wail as the police

Helicopter circles & I know it’s going to be

Another weekend all alone dreading the idea

Of even stepping foot out there in a town

Besieged by nightmarish day-trippers.

 

 

 

 

 

I Dream Of Her

 

She ain’t here tonight & all I can do is sit here

Dreaming about here

Dreaming about that time when I’ll move over

To my bed & smell her

But she won’t be there but as I close my eyes I

Can almost feel her &

She feels so damn good but tonight a dream is

All she can be.

 

 

 

 

 

The Words Come To Save Me (From This Dream Life)

 

And so I turn

I turn back to this

The word as it

Comes to save me

One more time as

Today I write & felt

It.  That magical it

Which stays with you,

If you have any kind

Of good luck, through-

Out this poetic life

But which, under stress,

Even the real writer can

Forget where they left it

Even if only momentarily

But, for me, a recent wave

Of discombobulation has

Cast my mind asunder

Beneath a whole host of

Dreams which would

Soon be a living reality

As nightmares of loss

Turn to visions of a

Future I can now, just

About, afford for myself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Toke It To The Roach & Then I Sleep

 

As I toke it down hard I can feel my mind

Begin to drift off into a world of worry,

Of paranoia

& crazed thoughts as the joint takes hold

& suddenly I realise that, maybe, hell who am I kidding?

Maybe nothing, this time around it’s knocking me

Sideways & there ain’t nothing I can do

Except smoke.

 

I’ll smoke it on down to the end & know

That somehow I overloaded the beast &

As the afternoon kicks in I’ll crave nothing

But a little siesta knowing that when I

Wake I’ll get right back on the drug train

Only this time I’ll make sure it ain’t as strong!

 

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