Miss America

Miss America

Miss America takes off her crown,

Tosses her roses in the trash,

Shouts, "bring down the patriarchy!"

And leaves, arm in arm with her new girlfriend.

Sponsors withdraw.

Miss Runner-Up, whose talent was playing the piano

And singing "Wind Beneath My Wings"

Is hastily trotted back out.

Meanwhile,

Miss America sits in a queer coffee bar with her girlfriend, who is wearing

A low-cut red dress and a black choker.

"There goes my apple pie image," says Miss America with a smirk,

As she kisses Veronica's hand; for that is the girlfriend's name, and anyway,

A pageant is for now but love is forever

When Veronica's long canines shine white and

Beautiful as she smiles.

Numerology For Lovers

One moment was all it was.

Two people and circumstance...

Three times we made love.

Four quarters of an apple, on a china plate...

And the wet it left;

We slept beneath a sectioned window...

And though it did let the light in later,

I should have known, even as you still lay beside me,

That nine is the number for endings.

"In Time" by special guest poet Kelly Dickson

(I've been given permission from my dear friend Kelly Dickson to post her poem "In Time" here at the Word Garden. I think it's a special poem, by a special gal. See if you don't agree.)

In time

The heat of your breath felt on the base of my neck
Shhhhhh. Kkkkk. Shhhhhh

The tip of your nose draws an imaginary line, along my spine
What. Next. What.

The pulsating tingling exuding from your fingertips, find my own
Beat. Stop. Beat.

i have found my way but yet i am not quite home
i have found the immortal in mortality and i...
can barely speak for finding...
barely move for feeling
i suspend all time by
being in time and
on time
i am..
here

Caroline, Created

Caroline, Created

When the world begun
It was done on a dare
The moon and the sun
And the rocky shore there
She has shaken them all
From her long and incomparable hair.

It was only to bring
A tuesday in spring
With a fan turning lazy above
She wore only her glory
And you not a thing
When she taught you the meaning of love.

There are flocks in her eyes
And night in her bones
And she is never
Never
Alone.

When the world begun
It was done on a dare
With the yin and the yang
Of your hands everywhere
And your precious beliefs
She has shaken all these
From her long and incomparable hair.
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August

August

Emily,
Were you waiting for me?
Did you find me in your garden
And speak my secret name?
We are wicks
Twinly lit
Darling, we hold
The flame.

Emily,
Did you press an oak leaf to your lips?
Wishing for her lips
That never softly came?
We are women
Who burn for women
Darling, we hold
The flame.

Emily,
Did you see me?
Another bound in books
That fair Divinity contain?
We ache for night
And fever bright
Darling, we hold
The flame.
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The Mermaid And The Moon

The Mermaid And The Moon

The mermaid said,
"I am sad, for my love is far."

The moon said,
"My love is far
But I feel nothing."

The moon said,
"I am dry...so dry
For I have no tears."

The mermaid said,
"I have nothing but."

The moon said,
"All of my light is reflected;
I myself...am dark."

The mermaid said,
"Even by night, my love will find me
By the glittering of my tail."

The mermaid said,
"I am neither fish nor maid
But I bear the body of both."

The moon said,
"I bear two faces, but neither one can smile."

The mermaid said,
"I feel empty when my love is far."

The moon said,
"I am sometimes full,
But only with madness."

The mermaid said,
"Pull me closer to my love
And I will kiss you for the favor."

The moon said,
"I will pull you closer
By pulling on the sea itself."

The mermaid said,
"I am less lonely
For being nearer to my love."

The moon said,
"I am less lonely
For your sweet and gentle kiss."

"Thank you, generous Moon."

"My pleasure,
Beautiful
Miss."
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Blood

Blood

Blood
Is the first thing
Did you hear it In that salt sea?
Blood.

Blood
In birth
Did you see it in the passing years
As the mirror showed your mother's face?
Blood.

And music
In a rhythm
Like a heartbeat

Blood
In the flush and rise
Did you feel it when she touched you
In your place of deepest need?
Blood.

Blood
In your fingertips
Did you ever feel the river tides
Flowing in, flowing out?
Blood.

And music
In a rhythm
Like a heartbeat
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