Behind the State Capitol

Behind the State Capitol
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“is it jazz, or late night
musing by the harbor?”
—John Wieners, “gardenias,”
Behind the State Capitol
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Art deco murder—
Back during the Depression
They shot the Kingfish

It was just awful—
A Thirties Depression Era
Mississippi murder!

Thirty years later—
They almost did the same thing
To Poor Little Ole Me!
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I picked up this Trick—
Downtown at the Mocambo
The local gay bar

We drove down the Street—
Behind the State Capitol
I got down on my knees

Right there amidst—
The Roses & Bougainvillea
In the Smelly Darkness
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In the bushy shadows—
Where I’d tricked so many
Other times with hustlers

Hustlers, sailors and—
Cute young bus station pickups
The usual white-trash

Doing butchy rough trade—
Deep in the Delta darkness
Next to Huey’s Tombstone
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That’s where he Shot me—
Shot my Baby Lips real good
An Exquisite Wad

I’d been had before—
Rolled and robbed by young Toughies
Man-handled by Thugs

But it was kinda like—
Down in the Big Easy during
Mardi Gras hot times
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Looming up in the Night—
The phallic State Capitol
Of Louisiana looked down!

Big Art Deco Dick—
De Kingfish’s giant Cock
Streamline Moderne Prick!

So many juicy times—
Young Mississippi blowjobs
Sleek Skyscraper Spluge!
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They’d shot Huey P. Long—
The Governor of the State
They done shot my Baby!

That’s what He did—
Did to me behind the State
Capitol that Saturday night!

Then before I could—
Even swallow the Kid’s Wad
Ka-Bang! I saw Stars!!!
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He banged me real good—
Up the side of my pretty head
With a mean blackjack!

He took my billfold—
My rings, my watch and all
The clothes off my back!

There I was naked—
Bruised and dazed in the shameful
Humid Southern Night!
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What’s a Girl to do?—
What’s a modest mild-mannered
Cocksucker gonna do?

So I got down on—
My humble collegiate knees
“Lordy! Lordy!” I prayed!

“Save me Oh Kingfish!”—
I beseeched The Big Kingfish
What else could I do?
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The State Capitol—
In all its Southern Glory
Took pity on me

It leaned down real low—
Feeling sorry for foolish me
And granted my wish

Some gay friends of mine—
Cruising the Kingfish Park
Got me back to campus
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A pair of black eyes—
Gimpy limp, nelly bruised knee
Were my just reward

So Young and Foolish then—
What a Stupid Queen I was
Doing the down-low then

Even so next weekend—
There I was again tricking
Behind the State Capitol…