Three Poems by Bradley Mason Hamlin
Donald Duck Eats Turkey Legs
If we could ever
keep in mind
all the strange
things
we’ve done
lifetime after lifetime
maybe we’d go mad
swimming
straight up
against that waterfall
crashing
down
roaring
like endless drunken
dreams
another beer
fearing
one more bare-knuckle
fight
the right woman
wrong town
singing, laughing
killing
sometimes
falling
to earth
and praying
to gods unknown
or gods
terrible close
to heart
suffering
for the mind
body,
spirit
crying
floating
on astral planes
of fresh coffee
whisky, wine
and tantric sex
here we are
again
transcending
before
we fall.
____________
Employee No. 23
Society
the irritated faces
atrocious attitudes
unkindness incorporated
and me working
within their system
infected
changing
molecules screaming
I
me
a monster, too
and I
swing my fists
of fury at them
constantly
kicking
jumping off cliffs
with little hope
for survival
crying mutiny
as I mutate
again
becoming more like
them
accepted
at the water cooler
now
and therefore
useless.
____________
Wings of Hell
in the middle
of dead dark morning
waking to sound of horrible wings
crashing overhead
heart beating wildly
leaping off bed
trying to let eyes adjust
expecting to see
a monstrous succubus
and flying straight for me
I fumbled with flashlight
beaming into high corners
of the room …
but found nothing
In the rest room
I pissed out some rum
heart beating irregular
then shuffling back
to blankets
closing eyes
and thinking of crows
impossibly loud ravens
outside
overhead
somehow
couldn’t have been a bat from hell
couldn’t have been actually
inside
anything
other than my own mind
but in daylight
my wife said
it was obviously Satan.
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