IT TOOK A NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE, OR TWO…
All those mornings lost
To the bewilderment &
Madness & the whole god-damn
Sadness of all those
Hungover mornings that would
Ravage the day into a nothing,
A nothing
But pain
But dry heaving
But thinking & dreaming of
Death, the ultimate cleanser,
Kind of day.
Those days are gone now, no
Hangover has come to ravage any
Day in nearly two long years & I
Still think back to those visits
To A&E in the midst of various
Near-death experiences & think
They may have saved me but,
Best of all, I can still pull this
Off & the wine still tastes
Like god’s own elixir & the
Sweet glorious weed still works
Its own magic it’s just now I
No longer want to kill myself.
Bradford Middleton lives in Brighton on England’s south-coast. Recent poems have been, or will be really soon, published at Mad Swirl, Dear Booze, Fixator Press, Winamop, Broken Teacup and Horror Sleaze Trash. His last book was published by Alien Buddha Press in 2023 with several manuscripts under consideration from various small presses.
