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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.

for d.a. levy by bradley mason hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on November 7, 2013 by Scot

reading your mind now
telepathic ghost message
don’t tell the police.

Uncle Fred by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin on October 17, 2013 by Scot

for F.N. Wrightfred

Sorry,
it’s the meds,
he said

an endless
pharmaceutical
battle

with
the body
of one good
sailor

Vietnam
Vet
PTSD

and never
enough
cunt & whiskey

to make the
monkeys
stop singing
haunting
war songs

only
the art
released
the crazy steam
inside
the troubled valves

pictures
and poems,
stories
and the crack
of
the American beer can

as Uncle Fred
laughed at it all
and told us
to …

piss on the pope.

Religion vs. Mythology by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on October 8, 2013 by Scot

My son
was recently asked
what “religion” he followed.

I told him to say “science.”

He said, “Yeah,
that’s what I told them.”

(My other son says, “Thor.”)

But the real questions
these would-be indoctrinators of cultism
should ask
are:

What mythology do you follow?

Or better,

Do you and your family
have a mythological family tradition?

I believe in the American Mythology.

Beer. Sexy girls. And Christmas.

Featured Poet–Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on August 3, 2013 by Scot

Harold Martin Silver

Wandering
round Berkeley,
California, USA
don’t get there too often
hippies give me a headache
on beer drunk,
I entered Anarchist Bookstore
hoping to find hope
or Jesus spray-painting
secret code …
lucked into a Jack Micheline
chapbook
something with Kerouac
in the title
and that little thing
that little chapter
of a life
that kooky book of words
put some new tread
on the bottom of my shoes
to get through and to
the next good thing
and sometimes
man, just sometimes
that’s more than enough.

____________

Gut Shot By Happiness

John
Lennon said,

“Whatever gets you through the night …”

All right,
but I’m concerned with the day,
the time spent
with others
outside my own tribe

hunting
and gathering paychecks
so children can eat bright round oranges
papa needs a beer
and my wife
needs a new pair of blue jeans
for the curves that kill

and maybe someday
the demons will cut me a deal
based on the amount of soul energy
I have given them during the day

but never the night

the dark hours
are for her
and for me
for movie rentals
with ice cream or red wine
for getting naked or just hanging out

maybe
we’ll even talk about
those kids tonight
and all our wild plans
for the future
because they’re
almost
too young to know
that evil

carries most of the world
in a hot bag
resting on the Devil’s shoulder

but the
laughter of the children
is a selfless sound that tortures
the shadow creatures
I see them cringing
scurrying back inside the closet
under the bed
or leaping back outside
into the bushes

gut shot by happiness
if only
you could bottle that sound.

___________

Han Solo Shot First

heal me
when all obsessing thoughts
on wickedness
keep me awake at night

when past comes calling to haunt,
torment, torture the present

when I’m stupid, blue, and foolish,
full of self and ignorance

when I’m hateful and wishing
for the destruction of reality

when the dead come today,
when evil pulls the air
and kisses the light

fall into my arms
drink with me
and I will do you
no harm.

____________

 

 Before I Mow the Summer Lawn (Wish I Were Building a Wall)

fighting
with your lover
over

where
you’re supposed
to be

or what
you’re listening
to

or
what you say
and don’t
say

and then
you visit your
neighbors

and they

piss you off
so goddamned much
with their
fucked up
personalities

you can’t
remember

why

you ever fought
with the one
you love

at all.

____________

Brown Beer & Belly Dancers

I am drinking
Brown
Beer
Right
Now
Many bottles cold
And
It’s good to
Drink
The flow
And know
It’s okay
Because
It tastes good
Good inside
And
Makes
Me feel happier
Almost
About
Being
A being
On a planet
Full of suicidal
Arabs
And far too few
Belly dancers.

 

Find It Your Fucking Self (a customer service poem) by Brad Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on July 8, 2013 by Scot

The old man
approached the bookstore
information desk

mumbled
some
thing …

He smelled of piss and cheap beer

and no one could help him

and the old man
wandered
throughout
the maze of books
old
new
boring
hot
cold
hopeful and hopeless
some with fragile soul
some with e
lectricity …

but he couldn’t find
what
he wanted
to find

and he wandered
back to the
desk

and still he smelled like
yesterday’s garbage

and still
no one helped him

until he shuffled out
the door
with no new books
old
used or otherwise.