Bradford Middleton- Three Poems

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO LIVE?

Is life merely the banal collecting of quality goods?

A family, a house and of course a job

Or can it be more like the route I have taken

That of isolation, rented rooms and too much fun

I had my time when I couldn’t wait for the weekend

So I learnt why wait for anything when you can do it now?

Tuesday lunchtime and I’m running a thirst already

So why should I wait?

Fuck waiting for a respectable hour

It’s time for a drink or two now

Friday night can happen on Tuesday lunchtime

There’s no point in wasting your life just do it now

This is what it means to live

A real freedom to do what you want

Outside of the obvious whilst saying a

Big fuck you to the mainstream and their worried concerns

FUCKED FOREVER

I’m walking down the street

Cloaked in abject misery

Speeding up close to death with the sense that time is running out

But now it’s fuelled by coffee and pure rage

None of the dodgy stuff these days

Cos my mind can’t take any more

It’s my mind that tells me were fucked

And something’s got to change

For the sake of us all

But I see no one coming forward

With ideas to engage with the disenfranchised

The great silent minority whose position is doomed

We show signs of self-loathing, wild abandonment or just plain distraction

About our situation

When what we’ve got to do is join together

And bring about a fundamental change

To this unfair and unjust society in which some have it all

And others have next to nothing

When Thatcher died I hoped it would signal

A sea-change in attitude but if anything its got worse

The Mail and The Sun call for a more right-wing approach to solving our problems

That will leave the likes of me fucked forever

With no money to live then what is the point of work

And when that situation arises it means we’re all fucked, fucked forever

WASTED BLISS

I’ve been wasted so long

I got a sickness in my mind

A sickness that is ascending my mind

To new levels of insanity

At which point I’ll quit

Happy at last in my natural state

I know I’ve been altered

Due to the twenty-six years

Of doping and almost every

Other form of street narcotic

In our land leaving

My mind in a state of bliss

Something really odd has got

To explain why it’s like this now

There were so many years

When it was just easier to forget

But now something has clicked

For how long we shall see…