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a good store of
coconuts, poultry,
and pumpkins, yes,
Charles Darwin should
take a place among the
leading of scientific men,

your part of the
evolutionary process,
coral to clitoris, keeping
pace with my tongue, the
Galapagos Islands are wet,
69 years above high-water mark,
daily washed by the sapphic tide,
and loving every lap,

the emu is banished,
and now, the lavender
kangaroo, it is the hard
shell of the die-hard Galapagos
Turtle who will persevere, and
so, stranded in Margaritaville with
Jimmy Buffet is just alright with me,

Darwin and Fitzroy
invited us on the Beagle
that night, we were received
with great respect and ceremony,
four boats were sent to meet us,
one for each direction, the sailors
gave us three cheers as they boarded,
the Beagle dressed, fireworks and the
sailors sang bawdy hymns, the interpreter
hastily explained 'pussy,' as 'sea-singing!'

all parties on board
listened to all accepted
theories of the origin of
life on this earth.  They
would have to be revised,
the Book of Genesis itself,
Adam and Eve, the Flood
was exposed as nothing more
than a superstitious myth - one
thing for sure, the Galapagos Turtles
came from the beautiful sea itself - the
lesbians evolved from something infinitely
primitive, and we were not just created in
an instance of time, pushed up by the sea with
the Galapagos Turtles by a volcanic eruption,
the lesbians' cry of orgasm!  The birds arrived,
deposited seeds from their droppings and each
species arrived and adjusted itself to food - resilient,
we floated on logs with the Galapagos Turtles...

Darwin invited us to
sail on to Tierra del Fuego,
his theory, there were no such
things of separate races of men
in the world,

in a great wave, you
and I were engulfed,
we opened our ports 
and let the 'sea' gush,
we f***ed in the company
of the more sensible items,
beaver hats, crockery, and
wine glasses supplied by the
London Missionary Society,

Darwin said we
couldn't be tamed -
catch a wild animal,
you better turn them
loose - not in some
settled community either,
but in an unexplored region
of howling gales as primitive
as anything in the Neolithic age, 
the interpreter hastily explained
'pussy,' as 'sea-singing!'

so, stranded in Margaritaville with
Jimmy Buffet is just alright with me,
coral to clitoris, sea-singing...

I...


Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

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