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THE COLD & THE RAIN & A GIRL FROM PARIS IN A KARAOKE
BAR by Bradford Middleton The night is cold & the rain is falling
but that’s nothing unusual for this rubbish summer—damn you 2024, when all I have to do is walk. I walk & I wander & I stroll this town as if I have no home but,
don’t worry, my life ain’t got that bad, it’s just fallen a bit flat. The
bars are behind me now & since Covid this room of mine
has ruled my life but still I walk on out virtually every
single day & some things never change. Last night I walked on out & wandered just like I always used to when I spied a gang
of clubbers in their hippest new outfits & I had to laugh! They let out a collective scream as their taxi driver let them out at the end of Saint
James’s & the rain fell on their immaculate outfits. They ran for cover, seemingly unable to comprehend the rain ain’t going to stop for
them, or any of us, as their privilege dripped from every orifice until, at last, they made a run for it & off into
the nonstop karaoke bar with a never-ending happy hour where I once met a girl from Paris who subsequently
dragged me off to the beach which sure made for a better scene than that nightmare of a bar.
THE BEACH SIZZLES AS I HIDE INSIDE by
Bradford Middleton The heat comes to suffocate me as this Summer just seems to drag on relentlessly, Never-ending it seems as each day I wake To yet another cloudless sky or, worse
yet, That horrid darkness
which somehow just Makes
the heat feel even stickier & more Claustrophobic
as the sea boils whilst the Lobsters
down on the beach sizzle with The
stench of gammon as they’ll tell anyone At
all, even an old guy like me, we had it Worse
in ‘76 as if that was anything like this Even
from the lofty heights of their 40-odd Years
on this damn dumb planet on which Most
people just spout hate & ignorance to Give
them something to say but tonight it Ain’t
the time to call out those fuckers as Hell
didn’t I just tell you, this heat is Killing
me slowly & tonight I can’t deal With
their hate-filled lies. . . .
I sip it on down now rather than slam One in to forget & life, like this cheap Wine, tastes all the better for it. Bradford Middleton lives in Brighton, England. Recent poems have, or will shortly appear, at Dear Booze, Cajun
Mutt’s Night Owl Narrative #1, Mad Swirl, Stink Eye
Magazine, Beatnik Cowboy, and Fixator Press.
His most recent chapbook, The Whiskey Stings
Good Tonight…, came out last year through Alien Buddha Press.
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