YOUR
TELEVISION SUCKS
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.
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.
Bernice Holtzman’s paintings
and collages have appeared in shows at various venues in Manhattan, including the Back
Fence in Greenwich Village, the Producer’s Club, the Black Door Gallery on W. 26th
St., and one other place she can’t remember, but it was in a basement, and she was
well received.
