Two of my teenage icons have passed away: Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. This poem is dedicated to Michael.
For MJ
“We didn’t start the fire” Billy Joel
The fire has dwindled.
The king is dead.
In the past remain
dreams of whiteness and
lollipops forever.
Peter Pan welcomes
his tainted brethren to
the unknowing stillness of nevermore.
Pats him on the back,
showers his disconcerted playmate with love, and
invites him on an endless tour of Neverland.
