LOBSTER (NOT ME)
The beach is packed with those
Lacking humanity and like lobster
They boil whilst sure that
Everyone will love it. Their hot
Red-faced new look will leave
Them easy to spot, the clueless
Damn fools, leaving it easy to
Recognise their stupidity.
I sit indoors, in this darkened
Room, with no intention of leaving
Until the sun goes down cos that’s
When i can work my magic. I’ll
Leave this room and stalk these
Streets knowing there ain’t no
Chance for me to be seen with a damn
was born in London in 1971 but didn’t begin writing poetry until he landed in
Brighton about 12 years ago. Since then
he’s been widely published in small press circles, with 3 chapbooks, with poems
also in publications like the Chiron Review, Mad Swirl, Rye
Whiskey Review, and Evening Street Review.
Follow him on Twitter @BradfordMiddle5.