At risk of sounding heartless,
I say **** your favorite artist.

You can say you think they've changed,
Or you can say they're still the same,
But if it's clear that they campaign
Against my rights and freedoms,
And you won't disagree with them,

I'm willing to admit,
I do not give a ****.

Just want to let everyone know that I have a book filled with all except one of the poems on here. The Book is called Patient 139, I’m Not Okay (I Promise) And Other Poems and you can get it as either an ebook or a paperback on amazon.com or at the link https://www.amazon.com/Patient-Okay-Promise-Other-Poems/dp/B0B14GS6PV/ref=tmmpapswatch0?encoding=UTF8&qid=1655527690&sr=8-1

When yr vision softens,
   there are those that'll say it’s become too blurry—
   but I know the real reason—why yr like this.
There is no light where you need to see,
   but yr eyesight is the last thing on yr mind,
   when everything’s on fire. When it all burns.

It’s so hard to find people that still share their feelings,
   like kicking the moonlit asphalt of buildings,
   so impossible—it feels impossible.
No matter the punishment, no matter the lesson learned,
   you keep falling, further falling down this path
   so impossible—it feels impossible. Yr stalling.

Every delicate tool you own, is just an extension
   of the hands you’ve honed, memorized positions,
   check off the procedures, go thru each step.
Pray to Mary, cry the way Jesus wept.
   it’s all coming down today, those buildings are falling,
   but you were born for this—you were born for this
   it’s always been here. Yr calling.

You stop yr prayer—and instead plea:
   Maybe there’s mercy out there, but that's not for me.
If there’s one thing that God will grant me,
   please never let me see, oh please,
   another one of those G*dforsaken hospitals.
Not again, because right now, how’re you feeling?
   so impossible—it feels impossible. Yr falling.

Ms. Del Rey says “the world is made for two”,
but her idea of two is some fresh hell;
it’s seems that Lana thinks a girl’s abuse,
is cinematic fodder one can sell.
The other woman sings about her man.
“sO pOPuLIiSt” with flowers on her head.
While some may come from poor & tell the tale,
Del Rey wears being poor like it’s a dress. 
But voices that she channels in her songs,
Bespeak a femme fatale alone, and they,  
Are both no one, and everyone in one.
The guardians of endless summer days.

February 23, 2019:

Freddie Mercury tells Mary Austin
“I think I’m bisexual”.
And my heart beats like mad
Because no one else has connected to
A secret like this before
No one else notices
The drum beats of my chest
This isn’t even one of the three times
Tears fall
Unhindered

Pt. 1:

He tells his band
His family
That he has it
It’s an ending that is known to the world
But in the moment
Aids is not life-shattering
Because of the sun that filled his soul
And it fills theirs
As they promise
To break a hole in the sky

Pt. 2:

His hand rests gently upon
Jim Hutton’s
It’s accepted
His arms wrap around
His father
And his father’s wrap around him
It’s accepted

Pt. 3:

The opening bars
To chords
That only hours ago
I’d deemed my favorite
Begin to play and his life
And its end are played out with it
I’m glad he got his happy ending
Through drops of water
I tell my dad
That this is it

(Unbidden) Pt. 3:

I researched immediately after the dream-like
To see if that’s all it was
A dream
I try to explain
But my mother is stuck on the
Anti
To something she didn’t even know
Graced my reveries
I push down doubts
Doubts that have filled the both of us
Him and I
That still linger

But
It’s a moment of light projected into
My soul
A moment so gold-coated
That a vision of the same words almost
Leave my lips
And fill the comfortable silence
Of my dad’s car
They don’t
But unfazed I vow
To remember
Golden
Silver
Bronzed
Freddie Mercury
When they do.