Highland Drive
__________________
Highland Drive
Huey P. Long Pool
Miss Scarlett Laments
Dixie Denouement
Dixie Drag Act
The Copasetic Café
______________________
Highland Drive
White linen on your back—
Black secrets on your mind
A path you tried to hide
A life you left behind…
Pastel dayz & neon nights—
The guilty hopes & alibis
Streets run red on Highland Drive
Can our love survive?
I’ve seen too many—
Of the wrong men die
For stealing their dreams
And buying time
In your eyes—
I saw the rising sun
Until I sold myself
For a badge & a gun
Huey P. Long Pool
“its haunting melodic,
penetrating perspicacity”
—John Wieners,
“Torch Song,” Behind
the State Capitol
Those exquisite evocations—
Yet somehow rather awkward
Bestial blowjobs up there
On the balcony at night
In her low-heels, ermine—
Lavish technicolor gown
Diamond starlight in her eyes
Young phantom in her arms
Paradise and ecstasy—
Shimmering pool down below
He disapproved of her demeanor
But she blew him anyway
Miss Scarlet Laments
“The piano rendition
and the professional
involvement are hopeful”
—John Wieners,
Torch Song
Our Miss Joan Crawford—
Queen Bee of early Fifties
Gives many evocative
Interpretations of drag
“You make a religion—
Out of a boring movie”
She says, no wonder
Her daughter so sullen
Mommy Dearest a bitch—
A two-faced femme fatale
Twisty as a weather-vane
Evening gowns, satin pumps
Dixie Denouement
“The blind see
only this world”
—John Wieners
Deep South rumors—
Miss Scarlet lady of means
Stately mansion from another
Era femme glamour star
Dixie trance make-believe—
A condition of gradual loss
The only thing left afterwards
The dumpy Huey Pool
All of yesterday’s youth—
Down in the mucky Pool
Fungus in the deep end
Dead queens in the Balcony
Dixie Drag Act
“one drag act
must directly lead
to another”
—Charles Olson,
Burlesque Poetics
Vieux Carré drag—
Quick flashback ditties
Solitary mint julep blues
The enigma of fame
Miss Faulkner in drag—
Transvestite Capote-esque
Mockingbird fag hag couture
Dead Miss Walker Percy
Stubborn resilient muse—
Swerving down the staircase
Norma Desmond queen bee
Sunset Boulevard revisited
The Copasetic Café
“I am acting out
the logical conclusion
of my books”
—John Wieners
A bookstore without books—
A vast library without words
That’s what it’s like at
The Copasetic Café
Poets come & go—
Up & down West Chimes
The traffic on Highland Drive
In & out of Tigertown
Highland Coffee House—
Their haunting voices reading
Dead poetry to us here
Along Highland Drive
__________________
Highland Drive
Huey P. Long Pool
Miss Scarlett Laments
Dixie Denouement
Dixie Drag Act
The Copasetic Café
______________________
Highland Drive
White linen on your back—
Black secrets on your mind
A path you tried to hide
A life you left behind…
Pastel dayz & neon nights—
The guilty hopes & alibis
Streets run red on Highland Drive
Can our love survive?
I’ve seen too many—
Of the wrong men die
For stealing their dreams
And buying time
In your eyes—
I saw the rising sun
Until I sold myself
For a badge & a gun
Huey P. Long Pool
“its haunting melodic,
penetrating perspicacity”
—John Wieners,
“Torch Song,” Behind
the State Capitol
Those exquisite evocations—
Yet somehow rather awkward
Bestial blowjobs up there
On the balcony at night
In her low-heels, ermine—
Lavish technicolor gown
Diamond starlight in her eyes
Young phantom in her arms
Paradise and ecstasy—
Shimmering pool down below
He disapproved of her demeanor
But she blew him anyway
Miss Scarlet Laments
“The piano rendition
and the professional
involvement are hopeful”
—John Wieners,
Torch Song
Our Miss Joan Crawford—
Queen Bee of early Fifties
Gives many evocative
Interpretations of drag
“You make a religion—
Out of a boring movie”
She says, no wonder
Her daughter so sullen
Mommy Dearest a bitch—
A two-faced femme fatale
Twisty as a weather-vane
Evening gowns, satin pumps
Dixie Denouement
“The blind see
only this world”
—John Wieners
Deep South rumors—
Miss Scarlet lady of means
Stately mansion from another
Era femme glamour star
Dixie trance make-believe—
A condition of gradual loss
The only thing left afterwards
The dumpy Huey Pool
All of yesterday’s youth—
Down in the mucky Pool
Fungus in the deep end
Dead queens in the Balcony
Dixie Drag Act
“one drag act
must directly lead
to another”
—Charles Olson,
Burlesque Poetics
Vieux Carré drag—
Quick flashback ditties
Solitary mint julep blues
The enigma of fame
Miss Faulkner in drag—
Transvestite Capote-esque
Mockingbird fag hag couture
Dead Miss Walker Percy
Stubborn resilient muse—
Swerving down the staircase
Norma Desmond queen bee
Sunset Boulevard revisited
The Copasetic Café
“I am acting out
the logical conclusion
of my books”
—John Wieners
A bookstore without books—
A vast library without words
That’s what it’s like at
The Copasetic Café
Poets come & go—
Up & down West Chimes
The traffic on Highland Drive
In & out of Tigertown
Highland Coffee House—
Their haunting voices reading
Dead poetry to us here
Along Highland Drive
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