MALIBU MINDED

I'd been walking down a dark and dingy

Alleyway for the last twenty years until the

Day, that joyous first moment, when She

Appeared and suddenly life had a meaning

A purpose, a way to make me feel damn

Good again

She is my Trancas beach, my Malibu sunset

The moment that will stick with through

Thick and thin; the good times to enjoy

The sand underfoot as the inevitability

Of those bad times when all we'll need is to

Sit back and work it out.

SHE’S QUELLED MY DESIRE FOR PERVERSION

Sitting thinking of her hundreds of miles away and

How in such a short space of time she's gone from

Fantasy to reality and how now when I think of such

Things, often for someone of my age because essentially

I'm just a dirty old man; it ain't all about the fantastic

My desire for perversion, the sexy clothes to be ripped

Disrobed.

None of this matters because when I'm with her it all just

Feels like a dream, a fantasy come real; a woman I

Just want to see, hug and be with.  Now she's reading that

First novel of mine and I thought I needed to write this to

Explain that those were fantasies of a disillusioned mind, dreamt up

Whilst horny and high

But when I return I want her to know I just love being with you

The way you are and how you make me feel and no fantasy

Could ever better that moment when I shall hold you

In my arms again, just the two of us with no bullshit

Eroticism needed to make me feel as if this is the greatest

It's been for years and years.

 

I HAD ENOUGH OF THIS

I sit in my room and drink beer surrounded by books of poetry

Hoping my muse will ignite but right now all I can think about is my shitty job

My shitty life and all the problems in it

Not enough money from my job

Too much money for everything else

What’s a poor old poet to do apart from drink

And hope that I can forget it all

So what am I going to do but sit here, get drunk and fuck it all up

Just because, I fucking had enough

NOT STONED

Another night all alone just at home

And i made it through so far I think unscathed and not stoned

Just a bottle of beer, a bit of writing and some games of chess against a machine i can easily beat

But alas there is always a but what night terrors will come and torment me tonight, who knows but the beer is dead

And the chess is done so there ain’t nothing to do but go squirm uncomfortably, not stoned in bed

Shit this life is dull but what else is there to do as tomorrow is another important day on the road to recovery

But all I can wait for is the day when someone says come round I got some decent weed and we can have a smoke

Just remembering not to buy some, take it home because then, fuck, it’d be back to square one.

 

FALLING DOWN

Another day at work and I’m falling down

Just like Michael Douglas in that film

An ordinary man at war with himself and his town at large

But now it’s Brighton not the city of Angels

I sleep badly that night as scenarios play out

In my mind as I grow scared of what my happen

If I get chastised by another idiot Londoner

During my next shift at work

PLEASE DAD

I can talk about anything me

Said the man who spent all his

Time doing nothing but sitting in

His chair belching, farting occasionally

Or cheering loudly when the right

Goal went in

Locked away in a cell of his own

Headphones on, almost seemingly

Sitting there waiting for death.

But the company he keeps love him so

They beg, they plead with him

Go out and get your old self back

Only to be ignored as he grows

Angry at the news in a country

He doesn't live in, please Dad do

It just for me. I want my friend back

And Mum wants her man back and as long

As you sit there you're depriving us

Of both.

Bradford Middleton