The typer has been drinking
But it’s me sat here writing and for
That I’m truly grateful as that means
7 new poems in the last 27 drunken
Hours.
The drunk me screams
Can I get to bed yet but not right now
The stoned one always replies
Always shouting back, go on
You got to have 1 more before
That blessed bed beckons and the
Dreaded thought that tomorrow is
Just another day at work...
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Bradford Middleton, sadly, still lives in Brighton but last week he had a nervous breakdown, quit his job so who knows where he’ll be if you ever get to read these poems. You can do 2 things to help; first, buy my book, out now from Alien Buddha Press, or two, contact me if you got a spare room or a million quid to spare.
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