mdl

you were a queen whose flame burned too bright
the drinking and the ecstasy lingering too long into the night
riding fast breaking glass trying to catch up to your breath
steadfast brass taps telegraphed by a life plagued by prejudice and mind games
the pain that remained by lines blurred between being gay and glam
a man whose life in the open never sheltered from the damaging rain left to rust.

you painted colors from san francisco to vancouver in the last days you were here
may your light find no end, keep your heels in the dust ever dancing my dear.