THE CABBIE THAT GOT AWAY

He drove an old battered Taxi
and tried to pick me up
every time I walked home

in the midnight rain. I had
very long hair in 1978,
and most people

thought I was a pretty girl.
In truth, I was a scared to
death

gay young man. Worried about
everything, and not sure
about anything.

I loved his blue eyes and
wicked smile, but never
managed to accept his

free ride: I knew the price
would become much too high
once he learned the truth

about me. So I kept on walking
and his sweet whistle was
like the soundtrack to some

favorite black and white movie
I used to love, but no longer
can remember the name of.

Poem © 2014 by Dylan Mitchell

NOT YOU!

(for Philip Seymour Hoffman)

You were great in Doubt
And too much in Capote:
A needle? Not you!

Haiku © 2014 by Dylan Mitchell

IN THE HOTTEST STATE

(November 22, 1963)

Texas rebel state
JFK was shot today
1963

Texas hateful state
Hot and quick to offend
Janis said it best:

I liked black music
It seemed less plastic and fake
Texas loves a noose

James Byrd didn't get a noose:
he was dragged from a truck
while still alive

Janis screamed the blues
And Texas laughed when she died
At least she got out

JFK did not make it
He was a slap in the face
All they know is guns

Morons and cowards
More bullets than brains
So they wasted his

And we still wonder why
Janis sang the blues? She
was busy saving her soul.

Unlike the rest of Texas.
Guns are the answer -
Not saving your soul

Not Little Girl Blue
Bullets are better:
It's so easy to kill what you hate.

In the hottest state.

Poem © 2014 by Dylan Mitchell

THE ONLY GIRL I EVER LOVED...

Hell yeah. THE BREAKFAST CLUB - Ally Sheedy. Saw the movie 5 times (in a theater). All by my lonesome. And Ally put popular Molly Ringwald to shame. Big time. She was pretty and smart. A deliberate original. Molly was all surface. Not enough to make a gay man's heart skip a beat or two. And what would you talk about?

Jesus, you look so pretty in pink? I can't stand pink. But I do love beauty and brains. Ally effortlessly rocked, while Molly merely posed. Give me an original girl, and I promise to stop being such a naughty queer boy. Seriously. Plus Ally really knew how to dance: Molly looked like Twiggy on acid. Sad, sad, sad.

P.S. Ally, a girl like you should never have to dance alone...

Humor © 2013 by Dylan Mitchell

YOU HAD A HEART...

So they bullied you
You did not leap, Rebecca
They made you fall down

Haiku © 2013 by Dylan Mitchell