tRAveL tOmOrrOw.tOday, MJ

Originally I skipped the write. My right. To and from. From and back to..the two of us. An encounter that I can't miss to share. Tomorrow I will tell of the wobble drunk wOw.

First, Today. Thriller theatre show visited. Perfect scribble waiting. Off the subject of weekday travels... I share:

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August 26 2009
and a couple days after. Writing
r e v i s i t e d
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Chatter of the streets. Littering tabloids.. in people's hearts.. why do we care? Do we? Memorials, radio station repeats.. cars blasting.. How? -"they" say.. Homicide!???

Pressured by a desire to sleep?? Injected, re-injected. False hopes.. forever dreams.. pot found!? And not to cook.

Bleach to clean, erase his face.. skin so thin.

Thursday. Burial. Thursday. Third. September, a suicide of sorts. Self medication. Dedication to fool an audience.

Over power the coward. Hidden. Forbidden. Inquiries of who.. who's .. Fathers, friends.. F R E N Z Y...

Mothers and maybes.. Societal sense that his life was ours, shared, theirs, an entitlement our ears own..

Connection of reflections... personal memories coupled with tone and beats...moves and moon...the list could go on.

He is gone. Plain and simple. b l a c k and w h i t e.