SNOPES SNAPSHOTS
Sneaky-Eyes Snopes
“I hate photographs”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
I hate those snapshots—
Especially the ones
That show much too much.
Young Sneaky-Eyes Snopes—
Standing there picking his nose
Looking kinda dumb.
Then later in bed—
Letting me make love to him
Getting him off nice.
His snot & his cum—
His smooth Snopes Boyz fuckin’ charm
Makes me pay for it.
Weasel Boy Snopes
“those square paper
Judases of the world”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
Young Weasel Boy Snopes—
He aint much better than Sneak
Lewd Sneaky-Eyes Snopes.
They’re both Snopes cousins—
Grandsons of Flem Snopes himself
Patriarchal Prick.
The Family Tree—
Garden of Eden Secrets
The Forbidden Meat.
Root of Lost Knowledge—
I know it, I’ve tasted it
Runny & thick like Snot.
Pierre Snopes
“the fakers of love’s
image in all things”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
Mississippi aint—
The only place that’s been cursed
By skanky Snopes sex.
Louisiana—
Has its share of young Creole
Cajun Dinge Snopes too.
The Snopes breed lekk mold—
Lekk mold on rotting green cheese
Creeps up everywhere.
Snopes boyz know me well—
I know them pretty good too
My smegma smeared lips.
Genital Genealogies
“They show you parents”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
It’s something to see—
Another thing to suck it
Tasting the Snopes good.
The way it comes down—
Thru the Snopes generations
Uncut & nasty.
I’m not the first one—
To fall helplessly under
Their animal spell.
Twelve inches is nice—
Philoprogenitively
Tart & so piquant.
Delta Dinge Darkness
“the frogs of doom
standing under the
heavenly flour”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
Ka-plunk! Goes the frog—
Pauses in his dream
Pigeons cooing.
Pierre takes a dive—
Into the bayou waters
Sleek little frog boy.
Off the cabin dock—
Midnight Spanish Moss above
After we make love.
Later by the fire—
His dinge Snopes inheritance
Uncoils all twelve inches.
Summer Night
“Where the bugs
of accident whirr…”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
The weekend is new—
It’s only Friday night now
Summer school over.
Huey P. Long’s ghost—
Still haunts me in the Sixties
Thirty years later.
His Camelot dream—
His Banana Republic
Revolution gone.
His tall art deco—
Skyscraper by the levee
North of Baton Rouge.
Delta Denouement
“twisted in the
flaws of the world.”
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
Sometimes it feels like—
I’m living in the Ruins
The Civil War Past.
The Eastern Seaboard—
Old Confederacy States
Sophisticated.
Compared to Deep South—
Mississippi like Wild West
Delta Bourbon Lords.
Sutpen the Planter—
Who could dream his Dynasty
But his sons failed him.
Scallywags & Carpet-Baggers
“It is weird,
this violence of
particulars”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
The white-trash Snopes clan—
Kinda moved in for the kill
Ready for decay.
Deep South decadence—
Right up there sneaky alley
Rednecks, demagogues.
Bilbo, Vardaman—
Planter-Lawyer-Statesmen out
Populism in.
I felt so naïve—
There in the campus ruins
The Light of August.
Love in the Ruins
“against the
unity of being”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
Faulkner uses words—
Like cursed & doomed in novels
It was depressing.
I couldn’t get thru—
Absalom, Absalom much
Without mind-fucking.
And yet Delta Romance—
Grew lekk mold inside my brain
I felt so cheesy.
It was being young—
And knowing that the Deep South
Had some ‘plans’ for me.
BJ SNOPES
Sneaky-Eyes Snopes
“I hate photographs”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
I hate those snapshots—
Especially the ones
That show much too much.
Young Sneaky-Eyes Snopes—
Standing there picking his nose
Looking kinda dumb.
Then later in bed—
Letting me make love to him
Getting him off nice.
His snot & his cum—
His smooth Snopes Boyz fuckin’ charm
Makes me pay for it.
Weasel Boy Snopes
“those square paper
Judases of the world”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
Young Weasel Boy Snopes—
He aint much better than Sneak
Lewd Sneaky-Eyes Snopes.
They’re both Snopes cousins—
Grandsons of Flem Snopes himself
Patriarchal Prick.
The Family Tree—
Garden of Eden Secrets
The Forbidden Meat.
Root of Lost Knowledge—
I know it, I’ve tasted it
Runny & thick like Snot.
Pierre Snopes
“the fakers of love’s
image in all things”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
Mississippi aint—
The only place that’s been cursed
By skanky Snopes sex.
Louisiana—
Has its share of young Creole
Cajun Dinge Snopes too.
The Snopes breed lekk mold—
Lekk mold on rotting green cheese
Creeps up everywhere.
Snopes boyz know me well—
I know them pretty good too
My smegma smeared lips.
Genital Genealogies
“They show you parents”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
It’s something to see—
Another thing to suck it
Tasting the Snopes good.
The way it comes down—
Thru the Snopes generations
Uncut & nasty.
I’m not the first one—
To fall helplessly under
Their animal spell.
Twelve inches is nice—
Philoprogenitively
Tart & so piquant.
Delta Dinge Darkness
“the frogs of doom
standing under the
heavenly flour”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
Ka-plunk! Goes the frog—
Pauses in his dream
Pigeons cooing.
Pierre takes a dive—
Into the bayou waters
Sleek little frog boy.
Off the cabin dock—
Midnight Spanish Moss above
After we make love.
Later by the fire—
His dinge Snopes inheritance
Uncoils all twelve inches.
Summer Night
“Where the bugs
of accident whirr…”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
The weekend is new—
It’s only Friday night now
Summer school over.
Huey P. Long’s ghost—
Still haunts me in the Sixties
Thirty years later.
His Camelot dream—
His Banana Republic
Revolution gone.
His tall art deco—
Skyscraper by the levee
North of Baton Rouge.
Delta Denouement
“twisted in the
flaws of the world.”
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
Sometimes it feels like—
I’m living in the Ruins
The Civil War Past.
The Eastern Seaboard—
Old Confederacy States
Sophisticated.
Compared to Deep South—
Mississippi like Wild West
Delta Bourbon Lords.
Sutpen the Planter—
Who could dream his Dynasty
But his sons failed him.
Scallywags & Carpet-Baggers
“It is weird,
this violence of
particulars”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
The white-trash Snopes clan—
Kinda moved in for the kill
Ready for decay.
Deep South decadence—
Right up there sneaky alley
Rednecks, demagogues.
Bilbo, Vardaman—
Planter-Lawyer-Statesmen out
Populism in.
I felt so naïve—
There in the campus ruins
The Light of August.
Love in the Ruins
“against the
unity of being”
—Andrei Codrescu, “About
Photography,” The Muse Is
Always Half-dressed in
New Orleans
Faulkner uses words—
Like cursed & doomed in novels
It was depressing.
I couldn’t get thru—
Absalom, Absalom much
Without mind-fucking.
And yet Delta Romance—
Grew lekk mold inside my brain
I felt so cheesy.
It was being young—
And knowing that the Deep South
Had some ‘plans’ for me.
BJ SNOPES
__________________
Dirty White Boy Secret
Young BJ Snopes born—
A tragic dirty white boy
With a dark secret.
Like al the Snopes boyz—
Weasel, Sneaky-Eyes & all
His white-trash cousins.
They all had bad blood—
Cursed & doomed by their skanky
Snopes family tree.
None of them very—
Goodlooking like Paul Newman
The Long Hot Summer.
BJ Snope’s Deformity
Young BJ was born—
With an unsightly club-foot
Between his long legs.
It made him limp bad—
It didn’t look very good
He got ostracized.
Like all the Snopes boyz—
He got used to it of course
Made the best of it.
BJ his nick-name—
Could’ve been “BJ” Blowjob
Thank gawd it wasn’t.
The Big Problem
The only problem—
BJ hated his nickname
Too Religious.
Too Holy Roller—
But then all the kinky Snopes
Bore a Cross somehow.
DJ’s big secret—
“Black Jesus” was his nickname
His limp was a curse.
He had a club-foot—
Between his lanky long legs
His own Cross to Bear.
A Cross to Bear
Each lousy day had—
Its own Station of the Cross
He was Black Jesus.
His Cross was jet-black—
Blacker than the Ace of Spades
It was a black Dick.
Licorice Onyx—
Ebony African Prince
Black with a Pick Head.
He dragged it along—
All 12 inches of the Thing
Dark Mulatto Meat.
Black Jesus
Poor black Jesus kid—
Groin his Dinge Gethsemane
Singular his Shame.
All the young Snopes boyz—
Bore some kind of Flem Snopes curse
Like the Mark of Cain.
BJ’s Bad Boy Curse—
Was invisible except
For his gimpy limp.
His big black penis—
Constantly crucifying
The poor kid to shame.
Colored & Crucified
Handicapped by shame—
His constant dinge Erection
Making people smirk.
Except for the queers—
Who were curious to see
His old wounded Cross.
He was just sixteen—
But he suffered “born again”
Every bleeding inch.
Cute Black Jesus—
Pretty soon Elmer Gantry
Heard all about it.
Evangelical Ejaculations
Jerry Fartwell and—
And even Reverend Swoon
Wanted to see it.
Hallelujah Time—
TV Evangelicals
Got in on the Act.
Especially—
Deep South Bible Belt Homos
Gimme that Black Stuff!!!
Queer from the get-go—
Holy Rollers done groveled
And howled at the Moon.
Hollywood Star
Just your typical—
White trash trailer court teenage
Adolescent kid.
He appealed to the—
Miscegenational crowd
And all the Dinge Queens.
Hollywood came next—
Decadent Sirk coterie
Lana Turner queens.
Bright Technicolor—
Tear-jerker melodramas
Black Jesus a Star!!!
Imitation of Life (1959)
Doing a remake—
Cheesy Fifties Dinge Queen flick
Worth lots of Oscars.
Noir nostalgia—
Called “Imitation of Live”
With a slight gay twist.
Lady Gaga plays—
An ersatz Lana Turner
Blond, shallow, jaded.
A Sandra Dee clone—
Plays her ditzy young daughter
Spoiled little rich girl.
Cheesy Remake
While cute BJ Snopes—
Plays fey Lana Turner’s son
Mandingo bad boy.
White enough to pass—
Black enough to feel the shame
BJ be Dinge Boy.
Troy Donahue plays—
BJ’s uppity boyfriend
Finds out awful Truth.
Beats him up one night—
Down on Sunset Boulevard
In a dark alley.
Dinge Lover Boy
Mad love for BJ—
Each & every Lost Weekend
Oh the Enlightment!!!
And then each morning—
They’d wake up & see the Thing
His Mulatto Meat!!!
The Dinge Secret out—
All the Troy Donahue’s run
Forbidden Romance!!!
BJ runs away—
That’s how the movie script goes
He joins a Disco.
Best Actor Oscar
Dances in the nude—
Bored but making a living
Stripper go-go boy.
Toni Morrison—
Plays Juanita Moore the black
Long-suffering Mama.
John Gavin the part—
Lady Gaga’s loverboy
Jilts Lana Turner.
Soap Opera Dinge—
BJ Snopes plays Black Jesus
His Cross an Oscar.
BJ Snopes (1990-2006)
His lover keeps it—
In a jar in the closet
After BJ dies.
Coiled nice & neat in—
A nice pickle jar full of
Formaldehyde juice.
Strange that he kept it—
Hidden from his ex-wife &
His poker-playing friends.
He kept BJ’s shorts—
His dirty underwear too
Shameless & cum-stained.
Dinge Love
Why did he keep it—
Why do lovers keep such things
It’s simply Dinge Love.
But I suppose tho—
It’s better than mere ashes
In a mantel Vase.
BJ’s black jesus—
Would it resurrect itself
Some Twilight Zone way?
Jonah & the Whale—
Vomiting himself again
Into existence?
Sisyphus Snopes
Face glossy with sweat—
A Snopesian dung-beetle
Rolling useless shit.
It takes lots of work—
To move it up the steep slope
Against prejudice.
Inexorable—
Lost dreams & lovers long gone
And far, far away.
Gravity is strong—
But decay & kipple rots
This old world away.
Sunset Blvd.
Poe, Firbank, Housman—
Marlowe, Ginsberg, Oscar Wilde
Rimbaud, Verlaine, Proust.
Baudelaire, Bishop—
Roethke, Merrill, Auden
Sylvia Plath too.
Earthbound pulp-fiction—
Dragging imagination
Down the hill again.
Norma Desmond down—
The twisting staircase again
Sunset Blvd. Queen Bee.
Dinge Déjà Vu
Dinge labors of love—
Dwindling Deep South denouements
Oh doo-dah, doo-dah!!!
BJ Snopes be my—
Lover boy way down Dixie
Oh da dee-dah day!!!
Oh Lordy, Lordy!—
Gimme dat Black Jesus boy
I’ll carry his Cross.
All nice twelve inches—
Each & every fuckin’ day
Black Jesus be mine!!!
Throw-Back Snopes
It was decided—
Long ago & far away
The stricken Snopes face.
Fall of gloomy night—
Broken heart during the day
Full of whitey lies.
A deep dark crevice—
Separating sullen left
And right brain apart.
Melancholy kitsch—
Full of delta doom & death
Quentin ennui.
Snopesian Twist
What Snopesian twist—
Genetic labyrinthine
Detours got me here?
Young Black Jesus Snopes—
My dinge kid brother lover’s
Forgotten birthright?
Roots of loneliness—
Dumbed-down Bad Seed kid brother
Couldn’t help himself.
Cute BJ brother—
Untimely throw-back like me
Where are we heading?
Dirty White Boy Secret
Young BJ Snopes born—
A tragic dirty white boy
With a dark secret.
Like al the Snopes boyz—
Weasel, Sneaky-Eyes & all
His white-trash cousins.
They all had bad blood—
Cursed & doomed by their skanky
Snopes family tree.
None of them very—
Goodlooking like Paul Newman
The Long Hot Summer.
BJ Snope’s Deformity
Young BJ was born—
With an unsightly club-foot
Between his long legs.
It made him limp bad—
It didn’t look very good
He got ostracized.
Like all the Snopes boyz—
He got used to it of course
Made the best of it.
BJ his nick-name—
Could’ve been “BJ” Blowjob
Thank gawd it wasn’t.
The Big Problem
The only problem—
BJ hated his nickname
Too Religious.
Too Holy Roller—
But then all the kinky Snopes
Bore a Cross somehow.
DJ’s big secret—
“Black Jesus” was his nickname
His limp was a curse.
He had a club-foot—
Between his lanky long legs
His own Cross to Bear.
A Cross to Bear
Each lousy day had—
Its own Station of the Cross
He was Black Jesus.
His Cross was jet-black—
Blacker than the Ace of Spades
It was a black Dick.
Licorice Onyx—
Ebony African Prince
Black with a Pick Head.
He dragged it along—
All 12 inches of the Thing
Dark Mulatto Meat.
Black Jesus
Poor black Jesus kid—
Groin his Dinge Gethsemane
Singular his Shame.
All the young Snopes boyz—
Bore some kind of Flem Snopes curse
Like the Mark of Cain.
BJ’s Bad Boy Curse—
Was invisible except
For his gimpy limp.
His big black penis—
Constantly crucifying
The poor kid to shame.
Colored & Crucified
Handicapped by shame—
His constant dinge Erection
Making people smirk.
Except for the queers—
Who were curious to see
His old wounded Cross.
He was just sixteen—
But he suffered “born again”
Every bleeding inch.
Cute Black Jesus—
Pretty soon Elmer Gantry
Heard all about it.
Evangelical Ejaculations
Jerry Fartwell and—
And even Reverend Swoon
Wanted to see it.
Hallelujah Time—
TV Evangelicals
Got in on the Act.
Especially—
Deep South Bible Belt Homos
Gimme that Black Stuff!!!
Queer from the get-go—
Holy Rollers done groveled
And howled at the Moon.
Hollywood Star
Just your typical—
White trash trailer court teenage
Adolescent kid.
He appealed to the—
Miscegenational crowd
And all the Dinge Queens.
Hollywood came next—
Decadent Sirk coterie
Lana Turner queens.
Bright Technicolor—
Tear-jerker melodramas
Black Jesus a Star!!!
Imitation of Life (1959)
Doing a remake—
Cheesy Fifties Dinge Queen flick
Worth lots of Oscars.
Noir nostalgia—
Called “Imitation of Live”
With a slight gay twist.
Lady Gaga plays—
An ersatz Lana Turner
Blond, shallow, jaded.
A Sandra Dee clone—
Plays her ditzy young daughter
Spoiled little rich girl.
Cheesy Remake
While cute BJ Snopes—
Plays fey Lana Turner’s son
Mandingo bad boy.
White enough to pass—
Black enough to feel the shame
BJ be Dinge Boy.
Troy Donahue plays—
BJ’s uppity boyfriend
Finds out awful Truth.
Beats him up one night—
Down on Sunset Boulevard
In a dark alley.
Dinge Lover Boy
Mad love for BJ—
Each & every Lost Weekend
Oh the Enlightment!!!
And then each morning—
They’d wake up & see the Thing
His Mulatto Meat!!!
The Dinge Secret out—
All the Troy Donahue’s run
Forbidden Romance!!!
BJ runs away—
That’s how the movie script goes
He joins a Disco.
Best Actor Oscar
Dances in the nude—
Bored but making a living
Stripper go-go boy.
Toni Morrison—
Plays Juanita Moore the black
Long-suffering Mama.
John Gavin the part—
Lady Gaga’s loverboy
Jilts Lana Turner.
Soap Opera Dinge—
BJ Snopes plays Black Jesus
His Cross an Oscar.
BJ Snopes (1990-2006)
His lover keeps it—
In a jar in the closet
After BJ dies.
Coiled nice & neat in—
A nice pickle jar full of
Formaldehyde juice.
Strange that he kept it—
Hidden from his ex-wife &
His poker-playing friends.
He kept BJ’s shorts—
His dirty underwear too
Shameless & cum-stained.
Dinge Love
Why did he keep it—
Why do lovers keep such things
It’s simply Dinge Love.
But I suppose tho—
It’s better than mere ashes
In a mantel Vase.
BJ’s black jesus—
Would it resurrect itself
Some Twilight Zone way?
Jonah & the Whale—
Vomiting himself again
Into existence?
Sisyphus Snopes
Face glossy with sweat—
A Snopesian dung-beetle
Rolling useless shit.
It takes lots of work—
To move it up the steep slope
Against prejudice.
Inexorable—
Lost dreams & lovers long gone
And far, far away.
Gravity is strong—
But decay & kipple rots
This old world away.
Sunset Blvd.
Poe, Firbank, Housman—
Marlowe, Ginsberg, Oscar Wilde
Rimbaud, Verlaine, Proust.
Baudelaire, Bishop—
Roethke, Merrill, Auden
Sylvia Plath too.
Earthbound pulp-fiction—
Dragging imagination
Down the hill again.
Norma Desmond down—
The twisting staircase again
Sunset Blvd. Queen Bee.
Dinge Déjà Vu
Dinge labors of love—
Dwindling Deep South denouements
Oh doo-dah, doo-dah!!!
BJ Snopes be my—
Lover boy way down Dixie
Oh da dee-dah day!!!
Oh Lordy, Lordy!—
Gimme dat Black Jesus boy
I’ll carry his Cross.
All nice twelve inches—
Each & every fuckin’ day
Black Jesus be mine!!!
Throw-Back Snopes
It was decided—
Long ago & far away
The stricken Snopes face.
Fall of gloomy night—
Broken heart during the day
Full of whitey lies.
A deep dark crevice—
Separating sullen left
And right brain apart.
Melancholy kitsch—
Full of delta doom & death
Quentin ennui.
Snopesian Twist
What Snopesian twist—
Genetic labyrinthine
Detours got me here?
Young Black Jesus Snopes—
My dinge kid brother lover’s
Forgotten birthright?
Roots of loneliness—
Dumbed-down Bad Seed kid brother
Couldn’t help himself.
Cute BJ brother—
Untimely throw-back like me
Where are we heading?
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