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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.

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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.

Two Poems by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on July 20, 2014 by Scot

Barbarian Summer

 

June
in Sacramento
Johnny’s singing about
the “Streets of Laredo”
and unashamedly
we drink
locally brewed beer
and wine
trying not to
blast the AC
but keeping it cool
at night
when the specters
of the wee hours
come to haunt
at 4 a.m.
and I consider
the moon
as I wait for the sun
a cup of coffee
and a
Conan the Barbarian
comic book
but
right now
in the dark
I reach for my lover
and as I pull her curves
close
sorcery fades against
real magic
and all the ghosts
may howl
let them moan
like they crave sex
or scream
in unjustified horror
it’s summer
the beer is good
the blonde is good
and outside
the palm trees
whisper my oasis
they are my friends
in this valley
and Hell can wait
with my hands upon
her breasts
I am the most powerful
man alive.

____________

 

Summertime Wine

 

the
greatest
thing

about
being
married

is

she’s
had
the
passion

to
try
and
kill
me

but
never
ever
leave me.

 

 

 

White Friday by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on November 28, 2013 by Scot

I
can’t wait
for
White Friday
that’s
where
I
stay
at home
drink
beer
watch TV
and
don’t
give a damn
about
Black Friday.

Veterans Day (2013) by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags , on November 11, 2013 by Scot

working
in the “cold war”
days
I only realize now
Reagan was
too damn good
to us

even though
we drilled for battle
out to sea
on a constant
combat level readiness
almost never sleeping
and a few good sailors
died
battling
the raging ocean …

most of us
were pretty sure
the Russians
weren’t going to do
jack shit
because
we were so goddamned
badass
and more importantly
too youthful
to give a damn

but looking
back on all those
amphibious operations
hitting the beach
with the LCM-8 “mike boat”
as the machine guns
blasted hell out of the shore
and retracting back
through the surf …

I only wish
I had greater appreciation
for our actions
and all the endless
summers of hard work
my shipmates endured
right then
while I was in the mix

instead of
always waiting
for my next rum drink
or dreaming
of the perfect blonde
in my future …

well,
that was necessary
for survival, too
but as you get older

you
learn quickly
how time floats away
on an ever-quickening tide

and
you will ultimately
be judged

mostly by your self

for
everything
you’ve ever done

so
maybe you could have
worked harder
out in the salt
or in college
or even
in your
80’s punk band

spent
more quality time
with your kids
or let your wife
really know
she is the heartbeat
in all the best
moments combined

you
could/can always
do more
be more
work harder
pray to gods unknown
for all the answers
and work even harder
when you don’t
hear back from Heaven

but
there was a time
when you were young
immortal
took the punches
kept swinging
got back up again

and
somehow
traveled
thousands of leagues
into
the mysterious
future

where
children laugh
because
they are time machines
taking your dna
into

the
next good adventure

all
made possible
by those brave
Americans
who fought
all the wars before me
and everything
after

we
tore down
that wall.