It's happened
again as the time spent at bars
Dwindles to the
point where I contemplate
Just giving up,
maybe visit only once a week
To drown this
lonely existence surrounded
By other people
by way of a change. Of late
Though it is
these other people that have
Caused the most
damage to my mind leaving
Me demanding
more booze to drown out
Their existences
as I struggle through dreaming
Of sitting at
home alone, smoking the
Proverbial weed
and very occasionally
Treating myself
to a drink but not through
Need or habit
just for the pure simple joy
Of cracking that
bottle open and taking a taste
Loving it as it
cascades down my throat.
The other night
I went out, alone as usual,
And found myself
in one of those moods,
Dark, foreboding, wanting to get
annihilated
The only people
I spoke to were bar staff
All of whom knew
my name and asked how
I'd been,
handing over drink after drink until
That point where
I could face no more, a time
Spent surrounded
by useless hipsters, bearded
Fucktards who
annoy me greatly, and if it
Weren't for the
smoke I'd have ended up
Leaving a hell
of a lot quicker and walking
The streets dreaming of bars where the drinks
Flow cheaper and there are no immaculate
Beards requesting craft beers looking down
On me as I sit, beer and chaser at the ready.
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.
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