Hiroshima brain

Where did it go

My Hiroshima brain

Where did I stash it

Under the table

At the café by the train station

Hiroshima brain,

Fist of paper

Rotting fish

Brains, grey matter

For my growing children.

The fantasies as kids, twenty-six

We ride again, ride the wave

Alone adrift

Alone, Madrid

Begging for -

Sweating hours of panic

In Hiroshima-brained

Girl

Right before my own eyes,

Fantasies,

Alone and still

With your golden,

stiff

around your ears

Brain

For my crow kids

Alone admit.

Sunday!

The golden hour

Wrapped tight

Around your neck

Begging for

Sweat hours

Of panic in Hiroshima,

Hiroshima brain.

Clear your throat down the gutter

You see

The crow growing rubber

With your fist is nothing

Brains don’t matter

At all,

all the slow gentle men

Disappoint your crotch

Smile no more-

Under the table at the train station

Let my lover lie, and lie along

To my slow children

Let me ride and write away.

write anyway.

YM. 2025

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Música de Ashley M Graetz

Saxxon Creative

a partir de mi poema.

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