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!
