IN COLD BLOOD
from 1960 photo session
http://hollywood-elsewhere.com/2005/12/millers_crossin.php
1
There’s always been—
I suppose a certain hoodlum
Element to the American West
The Dick Hickock types—
Robbing, killing, hanging
Around the Western scene
Where else could young—
Prison con-artists go but
“Go West, youngman!”
Avedon’s portraits capture—
With amazing accuracy
These American West killers
Richard Avedon, Portraits
Portfolio: Dick Hickock
2
Cocky Dick Hickock—
His name oozes with
American West violence
He possesses that—
Sullen young hoodlum
Insolent male beauty
A lop-sided face—
Victim of a car accident
His twisted goodlooks
One eye so gimpy—
It both breaks your
Heart and scares you
Richard Avedon, Portraits
Portfolio: Dick Hickock
3
These other shots—
Most people don’t get to
See them very often
Or maybe they don’t—
Want to see the look in
Dick Hickock’s eyes
Dick takes along his—
Hired gun killer lover
Perry Smith the Gimp
All the way out to—
Holcomb KS to rob the
Wealthy Clutter family
Richard Avedon, Portraits
Portfolio: Dick Hickock
4
Prison life turns—
A man’s sex life into
A twisted tattoo thing
Dick is str8t and—
Like the young stuff
While Perry likes Dick
They end up broke—
Down in Mexico on the
Run after the murders
They get nabbed in—
Las Vegas in a hot car
Truman is waiting
Richard Avedon, Portraits
Portfolio: Dick Hickock
5
To Kill a Mockingbird—
Was a lot easier to write than
Capote’s In Cold Blood
Harper Lee’s novel was a—
Great success story leaving
Truman green with jealousy
Taking the Super Chief west—
Spending long cold nights
In a Garden City motel
Gradually the form of his—
Nonfiction novel took shape
Twisted, gnarled love story
Richard Avedon, Portraits
Portfolio: Dick Hickock
6
Perry Smith slowly became—
Truman’s kept man there
Behind those prison bars
Like two lost brothers—
Suddenly discovering each
Other for the very first time
Capote greased the palms—
To get into Perry’s dingy
Prison suite to make love
The nonfiction element in—
The novel In Cold Blood was
The killer’s pouty sweet lips
Richard Avedon, Portraits
Portfolio: Dick Hickock
7
They say that when—
You drop you don’t
Feel a fucking thing
But it took 30 minutes—
For their hearts to stop
Beating, strangling them
They also say that when—
Your neck snaps hard in
The Hangman’s tight noose
That a guy shoots his—
Last extra-long spastic
Wad all the way Dead
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