These nights, I close my eyes to visit the dead.
They are here,
Donald for strategy, breaking patterns, family love
Allan for tall stories
(Tonight close yours and say hello)
When I go, close your I and visit men
Attitude — Guilt — Shame — Denial
I mad at you
Every day is a new experience
glad to be here
People talking to you — in off, off to the time when
off to the P
Always did like you smile, all them teeth.
Take this respirator out of my nose
The hospital to die
Ain’t gonna make it