2 POEMS ~ Bradford Middleton


Oh phallus of ridiculousness

you tower over our town like

a monolith fucking the sky as

the denizens fuck with themselves

anyway we can.

Some chose to shop whilst I try

to forget as life moves on in a

drunken wasted state towards

my ultimate escape and a place

where life moves slower and no

one cares about money or shopping

and there are no phallus of ridiculousness

Ruining a perfectly good view.



She turns to the camera and teases

Looking slutty despite her glasses and a

Book full of words; it’s Whitman she

Reads and a few lines are read before

She puts it to much better use, lifting

Her playmates’ skirt and smacking

That beautiful pert little arse with four-

Hundred pages of Whitman…

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