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International Women’s Day by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on March 8, 2017 by Scot

 

If
you’ve never
seen her
bend over
opening
the fridge
searching
for
whateverthefuck

I can’t
help you with
that
but
it’s great

and she says
her face
looks
sunburned
when she drinks
red wine

but I wonder
if she
knows
her Norwegian
ass cheeks
look
just the same
way
when spanked

a little
after
midnight
and the moon
is full.

Perpetual Concussions by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags , on November 18, 2016 by Scot

 

Seems to me
if you were
the grand controllers
of this planet’s
population

the easiest way
to control the masses
is to divide them
into warring factions

via the media
and button-pushed
politics

like
two football teams
smashing into
each other
with relentless
and constant
brute force

and
as we give
one another
perpetual concussions
the shadow
people

laugh
and move
the chess pieces.
11.14.16

by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on November 7, 2016 by Scot

After the Cabernet

your
wild brown chocolate
marble eyes
the very first
distraction

the attraction
I miss
the most

when you close
them

at night.

 

____________

Beyond Black Belt

It
doesn’t take
a great fighter
to
win a fight

you’ve
got to be willing,
ready
to be a monster

to pick up
the beer bottle

and
break it.

____________

 

As the Grim Reaper Keeps Swinging His Dick

He sang good
played the guitar
pretty
all right as well

but you know
better than all that
he could
write

lyrics and melodies
with the best
of the finest
troubadours

badass sonofabitch
incarcerated some days
intoxicated the next

on that highway
with Bonnie & Clyde
and a Fender Telecaster

he
didn’t make no
party out of lovin’
didn’t wear no
raspberry beret

but
he and Willie
hallucinated once
or twice

you
didn’t wanna
get
on the fightin’ side
of Hag

hell,
he was married
five times

but
the things he felt
like barroom brawlin’ for

just as
American
as
milkshakes & fries

a little
after midnight
when the lights
dim
and
the headlights
hit
the road.
–April 21, 2016

 

Shoelaces on Fire by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on March 21, 2016 by Scot

Heaven
feels like
a one-armed bandit
waiting
to roll dice sideways

snake eyes
and
will she be there
the angel of mercy
already
undressed
of earthly baggage
selfishness
of self
stripped naked

open arms
at mystic gates
will she tell you,
you did okay
not perfect
but no one is …

or will clouds float
just out of reach
ghost breath
filtering past fingertips
slip fall
you trip
falling

as
great golden gates
smash shut
dead
like prison doors
crashing
and echoing
as you fast fall
eternity
ends
hitting bottom
where you belong

shoelaces on fire
as demons
take you by the hand
whispering,
never the luck.

Three Poems by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on December 15, 2015 by Scot

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.

White People by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on January 28, 2015 by Scot

 

There is a war
on
white people

and Christians
and Christmas
and conservatives
and Jews
and Chanukah

even though
so many
Jews
are liberals

and the worst
perpetrators
of these crimes?

other
white people.

Sinatra Summer by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on September 28, 2014 by Scot

Just when
I thought I
might have drunk
one vodka lemon too many

Sinatra
started singing
“Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown”

and I was reminded,
it’s summer

we’re having fun
in
the Central Valley

while over in Israel
our brothers & sisters
fight back
mind-controlled
savages

but
the San Francisco
vodka
on ice
is nice

add
Sacramento lemon
from the tree
outside

and you’re allowed
to smile

but don’t forget
to say
a silent prayer …

Nicky’s
gonna do the home
cookin’

an ongoing force field
against bad evil

and no matter how
ugly the world gets

if you wanna quit
cash in your chips
give up
make a grip

too many others
have beat you to it,
all cried out

yet there is this
there is now
here

and
we have Sinatra.