LUCKY NUMBER 7 (a poem, a joint & my lovely
bed)
by Bradford Middleton
Lucky
number 7 comes with difficulty tonight
As
i sit here, high and on cheap wine as i cough
Up
something all wrong. I stare at my ashtray
And
see a few days filling it again, all joint butts
Needing
every single one of them.
My
lifeblood keeps me sustained
Keeps
me sane when i could go mad
Makes
me mad when i fear the worst
Keeps
me calm whilst others lose their minds
Keeps
my life ticking over.
I
smoke almost every single day and if
Push
came to shove i’d quit the drink before
I
would that glorious weed. I’ll do one
More
once i’ve shut this lid and then wake
Later
and do a couple more before i’ll be
Back
here again, working on the word.
Bradford Middleton
lives in Brighton on England’s south coast. He was born in southeast
London during the long hot summer of 1971 and then spent 35 years not writing
poetry. When he landed here, and knowing no one and with no money, he
began writing and submitting. His writings are now all over the internet, as
well as in some quite respected journals and ‘zines and his three chapbooks of
poetry are long sold-out. Want to be his friend, find him on Facebook
@bradfordmiddleton1.
Cindy
Rosmus is a Jersey
girl who looks like a Mob Wife & talks like Anybody’s from West Side
Story. She works out 5-6 days a week, so needs no excuse to drink or do
whatever the hell she wants She’s been published in the usual places, such as Shotgun
Honey, Hardboiled, A Twist of Noir, Megazine, Beat to a Pulp, Out
of the Gutter, Mysterical-E, and Rock and a Hard Place. She
is the editor/art director of the ezine, Yellow Mama. She’s a Gemini, a
Christian, and an animal rights activist. She has recently been branching out
into photo illustration, under the guidance and mentoring of Ann Marie Rhiel.
