Drive-In Poems
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Sunset Boulevard
Norma Desmond—
Getting William Holden
Off in the Granada balcony!
Lana Turner—
Stabbing Stompanato
In the Strand basement!
Cute Sal Mineo—
Doing James “Rebel” Dean
At the 50-S Drive-In!
No wonder, my dear—
I grew up so gay in that
Perverted little town!
Small Town Hotspots
Sixth & Commercial—
Crummy Kansas home-town
Lots of sexy hot spots tho
Dragging Main Street—
Like bored teenagers do
On skanky Saturday nights
Peter Pan Park—
A naughty hot-spot for
Cocky gay cognoscenti
The dingy Dairy Queen—
The 50-S Drive In Snakepit
Those backseat blowjobs!
Midwestern Film Noir
The sheer horror—
Growing up gay there
In the str8t Midwest
Emporia ennui—
The Last Great American
Picture Show…
Lovely Nights—
Of the Living Dead!
Hot FFA farmboyz!
Pickups full of—
“I Was A Teenage
Werewolf” rough trade!
Fly-Over State
The Fly-over State—
How did I end up way
Down there for so long?
Stuck in Flint Hills—
“Big Sleep” nightmare
Oh Drive-In Kansas!?!
Why did it take—
So long to escape my
Athens of the Midwest?
Why didn’t I go back—
For any of my lovely
Class reunions?
Reading Beads
Oh, dumpy, schmaltzy—
College town plopped
Down in Kansas!
Like some stinky—
Runny cow-patty going
Ka-plop! out on the Plains!
That little Santa Fe—
Train-stop out there in
The middle of nowhere?
Why do I kvetch so—
Like some old ratty
Rodeo cowboy?
High School Yearbook
“All I want—
Is me outta here!”
The caption says
Ronnie Hines—
My Elvis Presley
Ducktail greaser
Sullen, moody kid—
James Dean smirk
Highschool loverboy
If people only—
Knew how so very
Well-endowed he was!
Lyon County Fair
Standing in front—
Of a Quonset hut full
Of jams and jellies
Tom Jaggard—
Larry Ballard and me
At the country fair
Steven Henry—
And his new lovely
Wife pass us by
Rather quickly—
Steven somewhat
Ashamed of us fags
Sideshow Smirkers
Steve Trimble—
Jeff Hahn, and the
Peppermint Kid
Rather drunk—
At the carnivalesque
Lyon County Fair
Smirking at me—
All pretensions gone
Gone with the wind
“Well, if it isn’t—
Miss Kelly, my dear…
Cruising the chicken?”
Hemingwayesque
Richard Doxtator—
My favorite wise-ass
English teacher
Married to pale—
Jaundiced Janice
Gazette Gossip Queen
Too bad Janice—
Got him first, because
I fell for him really bad
My literary hero—
So Hemingwayesque
I fell in love with him
Diesel Dyke
Anita B. Rice—
She stomps into class
With her butchy boots
Teardrop-pointed—
Glasses, doing her
Soft-shoe routine
American history—
Drag-show burlesque
Watch out girls!
Long afternoons—
Her droning away
Snapping her whip!
Gargoyle Time
Wood Bloxom’s dead—
Buried there in dreary
Maplewood Cemetery
Thought he’d never—
Shut-up his meandering
Mean old monologue
“Somewhere in Kansas”—
The sun is shining but
It sure aint shining here”
Sickeningly grumpy—
Grotesquely grizzled
Gone old gargoyle…
Closet Cases
Jim Alderman—
Such an intramural
Basketball queen
Flipping her wrist—
Swishing her way thru
Tres gay geometry
One thing for sure—
It takes one to know one
She hated me so
She preferred the—
Butchy athletic types
To my lisp & limp wrists
S/M Queen
Loreto Langley—
Such a mean old bitchy
S/M typing queen
Slapping my wrists—
With her sadomasochistic
Sneaky snapping rulers
If my gaze wandered—
From typing to cruising
Some cute guy in class…
Then she’d wack me—
Really hard right there on
My poor weak limp wrists!!!
__________________
Sunset Boulevard
Norma Desmond—
Getting William Holden
Off in the Granada balcony!
Lana Turner—
Stabbing Stompanato
In the Strand basement!
Cute Sal Mineo—
Doing James “Rebel” Dean
At the 50-S Drive-In!
No wonder, my dear—
I grew up so gay in that
Perverted little town!
Small Town Hotspots
Sixth & Commercial—
Crummy Kansas home-town
Lots of sexy hot spots tho
Dragging Main Street—
Like bored teenagers do
On skanky Saturday nights
Peter Pan Park—
A naughty hot-spot for
Cocky gay cognoscenti
The dingy Dairy Queen—
The 50-S Drive In Snakepit
Those backseat blowjobs!
Midwestern Film Noir
The sheer horror—
Growing up gay there
In the str8t Midwest
Emporia ennui—
The Last Great American
Picture Show…
Lovely Nights—
Of the Living Dead!
Hot FFA farmboyz!
Pickups full of—
“I Was A Teenage
Werewolf” rough trade!
Fly-Over State
The Fly-over State—
How did I end up way
Down there for so long?
Stuck in Flint Hills—
“Big Sleep” nightmare
Oh Drive-In Kansas!?!
Why did it take—
So long to escape my
Athens of the Midwest?
Why didn’t I go back—
For any of my lovely
Class reunions?
Reading Beads
Oh, dumpy, schmaltzy—
College town plopped
Down in Kansas!
Like some stinky—
Runny cow-patty going
Ka-plop! out on the Plains!
That little Santa Fe—
Train-stop out there in
The middle of nowhere?
Why do I kvetch so—
Like some old ratty
Rodeo cowboy?
High School Yearbook
“All I want—
Is me outta here!”
The caption says
Ronnie Hines—
My Elvis Presley
Ducktail greaser
Sullen, moody kid—
James Dean smirk
Highschool loverboy
If people only—
Knew how so very
Well-endowed he was!
Lyon County Fair
Standing in front—
Of a Quonset hut full
Of jams and jellies
Tom Jaggard—
Larry Ballard and me
At the country fair
Steven Henry—
And his new lovely
Wife pass us by
Rather quickly—
Steven somewhat
Ashamed of us fags
Sideshow Smirkers
Steve Trimble—
Jeff Hahn, and the
Peppermint Kid
Rather drunk—
At the carnivalesque
Lyon County Fair
Smirking at me—
All pretensions gone
Gone with the wind
“Well, if it isn’t—
Miss Kelly, my dear…
Cruising the chicken?”
Hemingwayesque
Richard Doxtator—
My favorite wise-ass
English teacher
Married to pale—
Jaundiced Janice
Gazette Gossip Queen
Too bad Janice—
Got him first, because
I fell for him really bad
My literary hero—
So Hemingwayesque
I fell in love with him
Diesel Dyke
Anita B. Rice—
She stomps into class
With her butchy boots
Teardrop-pointed—
Glasses, doing her
Soft-shoe routine
American history—
Drag-show burlesque
Watch out girls!
Long afternoons—
Her droning away
Snapping her whip!
Gargoyle Time
Wood Bloxom’s dead—
Buried there in dreary
Maplewood Cemetery
Thought he’d never—
Shut-up his meandering
Mean old monologue
“Somewhere in Kansas”—
The sun is shining but
It sure aint shining here”
Sickeningly grumpy—
Grotesquely grizzled
Gone old gargoyle…
Closet Cases
Jim Alderman—
Such an intramural
Basketball queen
Flipping her wrist—
Swishing her way thru
Tres gay geometry
One thing for sure—
It takes one to know one
She hated me so
She preferred the—
Butchy athletic types
To my lisp & limp wrists
S/M Queen
Loreto Langley—
Such a mean old bitchy
S/M typing queen
Slapping my wrists—
With her sadomasochistic
Sneaky snapping rulers
If my gaze wandered—
From typing to cruising
Some cute guy in class…
Then she’d wack me—
Really hard right there on
My poor weak limp wrists!!!