by Bradford Middleton

This will be it for this afternoon as I close this
Lid down and pull my curtains shut & isolate
With a dash of Hollywood colour upon that
Screen on the other side of my universe. I’ve
No idea what I’ll watch but right now I need
Either something cheery, because frankly right
Now there ain’t nothing to be cheery about, or
Something radically Dystopian as that might
Suggest someway out of this nightmare of
A beautifully sunny Saturday afternoon lost
To lockdown as thousands of bloody
Out of town folk walk our streets leaving
Me here with nowhere to go, selfish bastards!

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Bradford Middleton lives in Brighton on England’s south-coast where he works part-time in a budget book/art-supply shop.  He was born in London during the long hot summer of 1971 and was the first in his family to make it to university.  Recent poems have been published, or will be shortly, at Beatnik Cowboy, Mad Swirl, Blotter Rag, Horror Sleaze Trash, Dear Booze, Fixator Press and The City Key.  His most recent chapbook was published last year by the mighty fine Alien Buddha Press.