The Swan

...think I'm goin back

Seventeen years ago, the world lost one of its guiding lights-

It's the idea of an ugly duckling growing into a beautiful swan-

a bucky persian kid with a certain taboo proclivity and an outsized imagination

a messenger for you all

come to save you, save you

brothers and sisters, are you ready for salvation?

are you ready to do anything and everything bigger louder prouder

ready to stomp and drink and fuck in feather boa, prance and preen

and dream?

are you ready, Freddie?

are you?

-shortly after, I painted this information on my black BC Rich Warlock bass guitar, the kind you might of seen Nikki Six playing in 1984, in white nail polish, wrote more poetry, wore what I imagined would be a more appropriately blousy shirts, and formed a band, some how sad that, because I was so young, I had missed out, realizing that everybody, everywhere, had suddenly become young like me, because they now had to miss out, too.

We all miss out in the end.