Christopher J. Bradley
This book is a 3:00 O'Clock High collection of poetry. It is intended to be a sort of stand against the things that are wrong, while at the same time reflecting back at what has made the journey up until 2004 worthwhile.
Being that it is now 2008, I can say a whole lot of things have happened. But as with all good things, a fair recording of them will take time. And so I present for you this third work, including liner notes, and prose never before published publicly in the conclusion of this collection for the Apex of my poetic career.
You might ask how any artist can judge when his Apex is. Personally, I don't think it can get any better than right now, but there is always tomorrow.
This work is Chris Bradley's third published book. The first two works American Mohawk, and Dancing Over the Fury, have been impressing his friends and neighbors.
He has recently become a signed electronic music artist with ZooMoozik and has purchased a bunch of new gear in that area.
At the conclusion of the publication of this third work, Chris will begin pursuing marketing projects related to the books more seriously, and learning how to manage getting all 5 books published so that you can not only find them on the internet, but in your local bookstores.
You never know, you might just bump into him on some kind of book tour. Provided things keep going as well as they have.
As he said, "I am reaching some kind of Milestone or Apex in my writing career, and I am enjoying the ride. "
If only more dreamers existed
by Christopher J. Bradley
(c)2003 9/30/2003 12:21:51 AM
If only more dreamers existed
The sky would be filled with prism clouds.
The angles and curves would meld like
A well crafted pool game with English
And trench vanilla ice cream as well.
Today the morning is cold
And the clouds are gray
But for each Dreamer
Or Sleeper
Who Awakens
The Colors Brighten
And The Bleach is Siphoned
From The Rivers
To Be Used For More Constructive
Clothes Washing.
Tequila in a golden morning
Is the only drink for me
On that day
When I reach
Club Medicine
On Every One
Of The 7 Million Beaches
Of The First 3 Planets.
The Spider And The Hornet
By Christopher J. Bradley
9/17/2003 7:49:47 AM ©2003
One morning when I was six
I was at Mike’s House
And I went up on his Front Porch
It must have been Hide and Seek.
I found myself Eye to Antenna
With a Hornet Trapped In a Spider’s
Web
The Hornet Struggled
And in a moment
The Spider Came And Sewed Him Up.
It Was the last I Ever Saw Of That
Hornet.
But Now Spiders And I Are Friends.
I Wonder If Spiders Like Green Tomatoes
As Well
As I?
