Daniel f Bradley


She is good to me (for the kid)


The blade breaks off 
Hits the window breaks 
The glass allowing
The passenger to be 
Sucked out
The carpet is moving 
Under you
Keeping us going 
How come it's gone 
And reared its ugly 
Head again
Like a bread bowl 
Evening at the Improve 
With your host
Jack Spicer Rabbit Crow 
Are now all
That remaining 
It's like Brian Eno
Broke into your laptop with
A secret addiction to construction 
If you don't know about it
It's not
Worth knowing 
Asking me to open 
Up the gates for 
Corgi immortality
 



Pope Cathode II


Superheroes and millionaire athletes 
This is gnawing their tongues
Art of murder internet-radio 
You said area
Me to you
Let me tell you 
About the dream 
Hostile surgery 
Sewn to your hem 
In hospital corridors 
Tinsel women
There just must be a 
Top Prize for the Sun





Experiencing college age experimentation


Everyone listen 
You little slut
Do what you are told 
The whole beast
Be your own pit pony 
Origins of the world 
The only social value 
Is it is inaudible 
From the feed
What's a Chromebook 
To your wall of crazy 
Vintage camo gender 
Neutral jogger 
Beggars of life
Gender-neutral and the 
House of instant gratification
 




Our amazing space


The idea that
There is no such thing 
As repetition just 
Practise
If you wanna be
Don't breathe the word 
There only little tears 
Down to you and me 
Do you see what see 
The culture of the 
Dead Frappuccino’s 
So wrong on paper 
And so right in real life

Daniel f Bradley:
https://fdriveshsaid.tumblr.com/
The four poems are from Get out now before for the violence
and the three visuals from The Dolls
a new book Dust Helvetica, available from Simulacrum Press
a new magazine, Just Like Cream but Worst

 
 

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