Monday, March 21, 2011

Miss America's Breakdown

Miss America

Perfect blonde beauty it seems;

Disturbed and disarranged

By dark insistent dreams.

Wandering in the prairie grass

With a good sharp knife at her hip;

A pebble tied behind her ear

And her favorite brand of gloss upon her lip.

What do you think of the venue, the stage?

I want to burn them.

What do you think of settlers and sage?

I want to burn them.

Miss America

Dreams of dogs following her like stars;

Then rides to the hotel

With three other girls in a rented car.

The emcee asks, tell us, dear,

What would you like to say to these lovely people here?

But Miss America says nothing at all,

Just swiftly, silently, cuts off his ear.

What do you think of the rolling plains?

I want to walk there and hear the wind sigh.

What do you think of the sun, the snows, the rains?

I want them to kiss and cover me;

Kiss and cover me when I die.



Sioux said...

Please tell me that you--like Aaron Sorkin at his "best"--take hallucinogenic drugs that enable you to write like THAT every day. Please tell me there is a magic mushroom for me...

TALON said...

This reads like a song, Shay. And what a Miss America! Makes me wonder what lurks beneath those perfect facades.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wowzers, another total zinger. The cutting off of the ear is a wonderful jolt. But I most love the murmuring lines "I want to walk there and hear the wind sigh" and "Kiss and cover me when I die."

Sigh. Your writing is a constant amazement. Tell me again why you're not famous?

Mama Zen said...

I like!

Let's burn them.

Kim Nelson said...

Imagine how many years Miss America held it all in before things fell apart...

Hannah Stephenson said...

I love your voice and the new look of your blog (the coffee banner is so inviting...).

A comment on your font choice, though--I like the look of it, but it was a little hard to read your poem (because it is in all caps). It is a teeny bit distracting from your great lines...).

Lolamouse said...

I would pay good money to see this happen!

Raven said...

I want to cut somebody's ear off.

Now that's my kind of Miss America.

Daryl said...

Love this ..

Brian Miller said...

cuts his ear off...perhaps then they will really listen...may you find prairies and kisses and sighs on the wind...

Lynn said...

Pretty cool, FB. :)

Lisa said...

I love this one Shay, and, of course, the cutting off the ear part.

:D xx

hedgewitch said...

My favorite part is the interview--the obligatory trivial chit chat Q&A of a pageant, transposed to something much more fundamental and infinite...that's just one of many ways you've spun everything we know on its ear (as it were) in this piece. Excellent stuff, especially mentally appealing after a frazzled morning.

Tabitha Bird said...

ShaaaaY! I been missing ya!

Okay, so wow. Love that poem. I'd cut his ear off too.

Ami Mattison said...

LOL! Cutting off that ear made me laugh aloud, Shay! This "dark insistent dream" is a fantastic unveiling of the facade of "beauty" and reveals the darkness that lurks among "pretty girls." In my mind, it's a darkness that is sorta beautiful in and of itself, as those final lyrical lines suggest. Always a pleasure to read your poetry!