NeverLand

Dedicated to N.Serrano may you never call me again.

What a bashful smile,
hiding behind his mother's skirt
                           at twenty-eight.

With all the [tumble] weed
he could smoke,
passing the peace pipe in the chief's tent.

Mahogany floats in his irises like
crepe paper keeping his pupils company,
in his land of never grow old
                                   or up.

Reviews

[SamBug]

Interesting thoughts here. Great description and diction going on. Great job

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

This was really good... I know one or two just like him. You have portrayed this very well. Bravo

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Now this one really made me stop and think Solidad........how many of these are there out there.......still? Excellent

[WynterPhoenix]

I enjoyed this. Especially the last lines. This is one of my favorite's by you.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Damn....
You hurt my feelings and you werent even talking to me.
Its hard not to fear you...lol