The seagulls squawk in a frenzy of panic

as if they know, as if they can sense it

& it’s either getting close or already blowing

not that far off coast & all I can do is sit here

& hope—I’d pray if I was one of those believers—

that when the storm does indeed break there

are still stupid people on the beach cos that’s

just the kind of miserable fucker I’ve become…

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Bradford Middleton lives in Brighton, England where he works part-time in a budget book/art-supply shop.  His debut collection of poetry is currently doing the rounds of several small presses whilst recent poems have featured in In The Veins, Fixator Press, Broken Teacup, Dear Booze, Horror Sleaze Trash, Mad Swirl  and Underbelly Press.  His latest chapbook was published by the mighty fine Alien Buddha Press.