Three Poems by BRADLEY MASON HAMLIN
Alien Mind Control No. 1
As
the aliens
planned
our complete and utter
painful
annihilation
I drank Rebel Yell
and wondered what I could do
for my fellow humans
as I could sometimes hear
the invaders,
see them outside in my backyard
at night
or watch them
watching me through the dark windows
and they read my mind
even now
influencing these words
and telling me
to tell you
to
relax
there is no alien invasion
it
already happened
long ago
and the alien
is you.
____________
Bad Buddha
Come on fat man,
you’re not even the real Buddha,
so let’s
create a little chaos today
Let us wrestle on mountain top
forget all those holy birds
rushing in always,
singing angelic choirs
Pistol whip the spring and love
and the lie of religion;
every scream we scream a dream
of the unattainable angel’s wing
All I ever wanted was an igloo
and a good blonde to keep me warm,
but why do bad voices whisper
so close to ear?
Why do genies in bottles speak
more clearly
than those voices on radio and TV?
I’d rather wear boxer shorts
with tiny red devil demons
& pitchforks
than a flock of halos,
rather fuck than work,
rather drink than think,
rather think than sleep,
rather not rhyme but sometimes
it comes out that awkward way …
Come on, fat man,
come on,
let us swallow the moon.
____________
BLOOD SCRIPT No. 1
Reaching
to
the
white
sky
where
nothing
is
born
I
see
a
lone
dog
growling
his
chain
stretched
against
neck
straining
toward
you
muscle
and
bone
cracking.
Rusty Truck 
July 4, 2011 at 12:36 am
These three poems made the day worth while.
July 4, 2011 at 9:04 am
Three killer poems, Mason. The first one is a total gem and the last line of the second one is perfect. About the third one: Have you read Christopher Cunningham? The third poem seems to be influenced by his poem “Outsiders” … no sin in that, Cunningham is one of the best around and everybody is influenced by others. Great work! (Sound of applause …) Happy 4th of July!
July 4, 2011 at 1:20 pm
Thanks, Joseph. And thanks, Harry. I have honestly never read Christopher Cunningham, but I’ve read mountains of comic books, dig?
July 4, 2011 at 3:40 pm
Hey Brad, thought you might like to read the Cunningham poem. Obviously, it is quite different than yours, but I think it was the vivid imagery and the dog that pulled me in to both.
Outsiders
a dog
behind a fence
on a short leash
in a cold rain.
he howls into
the storm
but no one hears.
his lungs
are strong
and
he yelps and
growls
for hours,
battling the
wind and the
thunder.
but
there is no help
in
the darkness
of the deluge.
the chain
shines
when the lightning
flashes.
From his collection, A Sound to Drive Away the Coming Darkness. Now I have two favorite dog poems to read! 🙂
July 5, 2011 at 10:54 am
impeccable work, Mr. Hamlin. and…i do believe you have that good blond to keep you warm. always enjoy reading your fascinating poetry. best regards, winnie
July 9, 2011 at 1:36 pm
you are the best, bradley, the only reason i read poetry.
August 8, 2011 at 3:36 pm
f—ing great, bradley ❤ erica