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.

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7 Responses to “Three Poems by BRADLEY MASON HAMLIN”

  1. These three poems made the day worth while.

  2. 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!

  3. Thanks, Joseph. And thanks, Harry. I have honestly never read Christopher Cunningham, but I’ve read mountains of comic books, dig?

  4. 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! 🙂

  5. 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

  6. Diana Slovic Says:

    you are the best, bradley, the only reason i read poetry.

  7. f—ing great, bradley ❤ erica

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