I walked these streets this morning feeling a renewed
Sense of understanding as before me people went
About their lives in this town where some have everything
They could ever possible desire whilst others sit
Fumbling cans of Desperadoes on church doorsteps
And I know forever which grouping I’ll always be closer to
And how close I’ve come on many occasions. His face,
Beaten and bloody, suggests a war which will surely
Only end in an early death as this session seems never
Ending, lasting from that first fateful taste right through
To that ultimate state of release when all those troubles
Will come crashing to an end.
But today, with things to do, I walked on...
It wasn’t long before I saw another, this time three guys
Strung out, crowding around a mobile phone desperate
To get fixed and working out how they were going to pay
For it and suspecting that the answer would be to steal it
I walked on...
Further down the road, in an empty shop doorway, sits
A woman, clutching a sleeping bag, looking dirty and
Crying, crying her heart out to some kind soul who
Stands, listening, sympathizing as another life circles
The drain and I walk on...
Arriving at the shop I need to visit the entrance is a
Gaggle of activity, a Big Issue seller surrounded by
A mix of street drinkers and more needing to get fixed
But navigating my way through the scene the first
Thing I see is a panicked looking security guard
And a group of workers all keeping their beady eyes
On a suspect placing large fillets of salmon into his
Carrier bag.
I managed to make it around and out and back home
And after seeing all the street life out there I think I’ll
Stay in and hopefully write a few more words about
This life of mine.
Bradford Middleton still lives in Brighton, UK but has recently landed a new job that he doesn’t hate so maybe here for a bit longer yet… Recent poems appear in Beatnik Cowboy, River Dog Zine, Back Room Poetry ‘Rebel’ Anthology, Stink Eye Magazine and Dreich. His most recent chapbook was published early 2023 by those fine folks at the Alien Buddha Press.
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