Yellow Mama Archives II

Bradford Middleton

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by Bradford Middleton


i cough and splutter and feel like

shit but i type these words as a reminder

of how i stay out the loony bin.



by Bradford Middleton


I've lost myself in TV the last couple

of weeks and I got to say

Fuck me it's bad! I ain't just talking

Bad, I'm talking pull your eyeballs

out just so you don't have to carry on

watching it, whatever it is.  I watch

the old and familiar and it makes

me remember how I got lost all

the way back then but now it just

drives me to utter despair and

wanting to throw my laptop out

my one and only window.



by Bradford Middleton


My damn tooth has been playing up again

And, as usual in this frugal existence of

This lowest of poets, I worry. Not about

Infection or pain but money as is always

The way in this kinda life. Now from past

Experience, a couple of months ago in fact,

I know it'll cost me 50 quid to get the damn

Thing taken out but last night it came to me,

A cunning plan, to outdo even the cheapest

Of dentists.  I reckon about half of that in

Just the right bad boozer could get it done

And offer another new poem to mark my

Descent into gummy toothlessness at the,

Right now, seemingly never-ending nightmare

Of suffering and pain and nights of punching

Yourself in the side of the face hoping to

Release it just to end the damn vicious pain.



by Bradford Middleton


In 2 & 1/2 weeks i’ll

Be drinking in a

Parisian dive bar

Dreaming of meeting

My Beatrice Dalle;

You know, her that

Was in Betty Blue

All those years ago.


Mad, bad, gap-toothed

Beauty who, maybe,

Will show me some

Much needed darkness

Outside the poetry

Section of a nearby

English bookshop i

Plan on visiting.



by Bradford Middleton



My mess of stuff; my books, my records,

My films, everything that a life like this needs

To persist. Now I see what a mess it’s

Become, as a new vacuum cleaner sits idle

In yet another of my corners, but right now

A higher calling has my attention as the words

Tumble from my fingers onto this screen.



by Bradford Middleton


The siren sings her song of lost love

To a chorus of lonely drunk sad old men

And, at last, I feel it

That feeling, that sense that at long last

I am home and the good times have returned. . . .





Bradford Middleton lives in Brighton on the UK’s southeast coast.  He was born in London during the long hot summer of 1971 and growing up on a council estate and attending the local school, he learnt two things; if he didn’t kick back he’d never get anywhere in this life, merely becoming another cog in the wheel, and has been kicking against those pricks his entire life. He began writing when he arrived in Brighton in the early years of the new century and began reading his poems to often stunned and confused onlookers until one day Mad Swirl asked to publish one of his poems. He’s had four chapbooks published since then and has hundreds of poems dotted all over the internet.  His work has featured in the Chiron Review, Evening Street Review, New Reader Magazine, Paper & Ink Lit Zine, Horror Sleaze Trash, and Razur Cuts, amongst other places including, of course, Yellow Mama.  Follow him on Twitter @BradfordMiddle5.

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