bradford middleton, two poems

blown lives

the night gives way
asunder
blown minds
blown lives
all are here to see
as madness creeps in
every night time
it comes a-calling
joints down to the roach
smoked
i give up all hope

the heat closes in

My eyes are heavy while
I sit here tonight.  The last
Few days and those awful
Long nights have been a
Hard struggle as now those
Minutes, all
Those hours of joy,
I’m cloaked in a sweat.

The night closes in but the
Heat doesn’t wane
Just keeps on building
And no matter how naked
I get i can’t crawl out
Of this very skin
Which by morning will
Be covered in sweat again.

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