Tie-Dye Beauty Queen

Tie-Dye Beauty Queen

Tie-Dye Beauty Queen

quiet, shy and quite unseen;

terrified of tragedies, but tragically

is how it's been.

She never met the right request

or bet the rest on doing her best.

A simple girl from a civil world

that gave her time to cry and climb.

A central space

with which to place

the world's worst win

with it's best disgrace.

And, as for me,

I'll be standin' free;

leanin' on the railway wind

where the air might end, but the breeze just begins.

And if you thought it would be alright,

we'd love to sleep on the roof tonight.

There's something of the city's song

and the sound of December when she stay's too long.

Tie-Dye Beauty Queen

wake me if this is a dream

Tie-dye silhouette

a silver shadow you won't soon forget.

A mellow yellow blend

like you've never, ever seen-

Nevermind. I'll find the time.

Don't wake me if this is a dream.

Tie-Dye Beauty Queen:

sleep to dream what this real world means.

Author's Note

This is just a little poetry from my past. I recently dug it out of an old notebook, polished it up a bit, and decided I liked it enough to submit it to the New Yorker. But in case they don't like it, at least somebody other than me can read it this way.