August 7th, 1945
we blew up a lot of people
I read Hiroshima at least 5 times
as a boy, I thought it was fiction
Naked Lunch
3 times through
my eyes blue
I knew it was real
Today I am 37 years
2 months and 2 days
past my birth
I learned of Burrough's death
and remembered Hiroshima
a small moment ago
side by side thoughts
August 7th, 1994 marks gaunt
my father frail in video saved sleep
easy chair too easy to remain arisen
television chattered busy background
over shot pool and familial beer
slow swallowed over the tension
of death in desire of breath
two months later to the day
mouth open chest still so still
a matter of value, never worth
there is no rest
it's a downhill run
from birth to the staccato breath
of our dying moments
so clear everyday
we see it hear it feel it
salted tears tasted in kisses halted
death droned is soon forgotten
TV lives and news ink smeared
August 7th , 1997
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