Bradford Middleton- Three Poems

ROLLERCOASTER AWAY FROM NORMALITY

My life of late has been one of ups and downs

And I ain’t talking about any delicious taste of physical exertion

It’s just this life of mine has been a rollercoaster

Which could prompt any soul to forget their sanity

Hurtle into delirium and delinquency

Go out not knowing where and stoned, oh so very stoned

And then stumble out of a pub some hours later

Not remembering anything of the night before

The news has been of triumphs turning to shit

Or bad news overcome through the help of friends

When will the normal semblance of life return

Or is this the end, the complete breakdown of any sense of reality

The weed is going down way too fast at the minute

And the drink is, yet again, out of control

I don’t know how this is ever going to work out well

But somehow we got to get out of this house

Where my paranoia is now openly taunted by neighbours

Who just want me out, out of their house and their lives

THE SUN COMES OUT

The sky is screaming with

An abstract expression of boredom

Unaware of my empathy towards its predicament

As the sun comes out for the first

Time in a long while

The heat has burned holes in the sky

Leaving no shade from

The brutality of the sun

It’s too hot for my brain

And my body wilts in the midday sun as

Our town is infected with people

Thinking there on the Costa del London

The weatherperson announces it another

Scorching hot day of brain melting intensity

So what is there to do?

Today, alas, I have four hours at the place I hate

With stupid customers asking where’s the beach

As they buy their boxes of beer and barbeque food

Have a nice day I tell them, muttering under my

Breath that I wish they would just leave us alone

NOWHERE TO GO

It’s just another Tuesday

But everyone’s got somewhere to be except me

It’s just another Tuesday

December 25^th, 2012 and only four days after the end of the world

I survived the apocalypse

But what’s the point when there ain’t anywhere to go

And even on this most ordinary of days

I ain’t got anywhere to be

Two more shifts at my job

Before I get ten days leave but nowhere to go

Not this time can I make an escape from

This most isolated of lives with nowhere to go

Nothing to do today except drink and smoke

So just like any other Tuesday in this most mental of times

There ain’t going to be any revolution of the soul today

Maybe that’ll come tomorrow

Then I may have somewhere to be

But not today

Just another damn Tuesday of isolation and madness

Just like any other