dream dance

my numb feet

still asleep

push into the bed

solid on your ground

and dancing

with tip toes to make up

imagined distance, height

it's a heavy thing to

stop and start

carry through the blue

snow quiet world

when my dream left off

so warm

ode to all the terrible artists i still love

almost every artist

i loved growing up

has disappointed me 

those aren't my words

but it's a theme

I've noticed

finding out this writer

that rock star

such and such actor

is

was

human

human

makes mistakes

questionable ethics

were young once

struggled with 

mental illness

substance abuse

hard influences

everyone has had darkness

sorry but

the ones you haven't already

turned your backs on

the ones who've died

seemingly saints

were just better at hiding

their filth

their humanity

no one should have to carry

every fucking mistake

forever.