These nights, I close my eyes to visit the dead.
They are here,
Donald for strategy, breaking patterns, family love
Bill for
Allan for tall stories
Haffiz for
These nights
(Tonight close yours and say hello)
When I go, close your I and visit men
Attitude — Guilt — Shame — Denial
I mad at you
Visualization
Every day is a new experience
glad to be here
Tears fall
People talking to you — in off, off to the time when
off to the P
Always did like you smile, all them teeth.
Denial
Take this respirator out of my nose
The hospital to die
Ain’t gonna make it
1992-writing-fragment
[B.Michael most likely wrote this some time after the deaths of Donald Woods (1992) and Allan B. Robinson (1991).]
