Outside Your Darkened Window by Bradley Mason Hamlin

I’ve
never cared
much
for guys
that are overly
sensitive

yet
here I am
writing
a poem

men
like Bukowski
& Hemingway

felt
the same
conflict

masking
their fragile
feelings

with
the absurd
masculinity
of the sport
of animal abuse

the bizarre
bullfight
the tragically
tired horse race

ugly
excuses

that
cannot possibly
have cured
the curse

and
don’t even
let me get started
about drowning
the senses
in alcohol
and self
medication

so
let me see
the teardrop cascade
gently
from your soft
cheek

as the rain
falls rhythmically
outside your darkened
window

let me hear you
cry
just
one more time

let me
take your hand
and lie down
with you
naked
raw
fuckin’
nude, baby

let’s listen
to a Billie Holiday
record

and hold each other
until
all
the demons
in the room
gently
close
their eyes.

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