PISSING IN YOUR SINK By Bradford Middleton

Picture this scene and you’ll understand

I’m sure, any reasonable person would,

That sometimes it’s not just fine but so

Damn necessary to just climb from your

Bed and take a piss in your sink.  At

3am, if i wake naked and knowing

Immediately what it is that’s called me

From my bed, do you honestly think

I’d have the time to get on a pair of

Boxers and t-shirt, out my door and

Down that damn hallway, i’ll tell you

Now it’s practically impossible to do

Anything but know you’ve just got to

Do it, you’ve got to go ahead and do it

Piss in your sink.

Bradford Middleton was born in south-east London during the summer of 1971 and won his first poetry prize at the age of nine.  He then gave up writing poems for nearly twenty-five years and it wasn't until he landed in Brighton, knowing no one and having no money, that he began again.  Ten years later and he's been lucky enough to have had a few chapbooks published including a new one from Analog Submission Press entitled 'Flying through this Life like a Bottle Battling Gravity', his debut from Crisis Chronicles Press (Ohio, USA) and his second effort for Holy & Intoxicated Press (Hastings, UK).  He has read around the UK at various bars, venues and festivals and is always keen to get out and read to new crowds.  His poetry has also been or will be published shortly in the Chiron Review, Zygote in my Coffee, Section 8, Razur Cuts, Paper & Ink, Grandma Moses 'Poet to Notice', Empty Mirror, Midnight Lane Gallery, Bareback Lit and is a Contributing Poet over at the wonderful Mad Swirl.  If you like what you've read go send a friend request on facebook to bradfordmiddleton1