OZYMANDIAS IS BURNED by Dennis Doph

somewhere out there. 3

Ozymandias is burned on toast
He's dragging his bony butt back to Crawford
Fat and hairy like poor Peter Lawford
He's the least where once he was the Most

Ozymandias is no longer green as grass
Now we've discovered we can be Black as a Berry
There's no way Ozymandias could regain his cherry
Because Our Boy is a flat out pain in the ass

We have suffered Ozy through his sullen spaces
We've starved our senses through events we never wished
To experience; and poor Laura Oz has missed her menses
Experienced menopause in all her juicy places

Lord Cheney Oz has become meaner than mean
Condi Oz has finished propping up the plaster
God knows poor Condi was never alabaster
At least she was capable of cutting a mean scene
Powell Oz has pulled the skids out from under
All these Brute Beasts ... not that they were ever tony
Their mutual Dawn has now come up like Thunder
Since Ozzie Powell endorsed Mister Ebony

Yes;
Ozymandias is now royally Toasted
But not in France and not in Monteneg'
If we forget how Oz was once WAY too big
Now we can rejoice on how he's really roasted
Ozymandias has become Yesterday's News
For those of us who knew he wasn't really nice
We can all congratulate ourselves
Ozymandias stinks on ice
So lock the doors ... screw in all the screws

Since Old Ozymandias has now turned quite vanilla
We have to deal with Missus Ozymandias
sticking her brute neck out of Wasilla

CORNCOB-WIPED by Dennis Doph

somewhere out there. 2

From what I've come to understand of late
Mormons are now the Captains of My Fate
They have seen fit by gift of their smart $20 mil
To eradicate from California our great stinking social ill
Faggots and dykes who desperately seeking to be married
Now find years of love and caring sadly miscarried
Because Mormons put all their allotted tithing dough
To make sure Holy Marriage everywhere
is succinctly Hetero.

So: let me make sure my concept of this pigfuck is terse
I can't imagine how the import of their gift
could get much worse
Or why my 32 years of devotion to the same sweet guy
Could be screwed up by one $20 million Mormon
stick in the eye

Any twelve year old babychick from East Provo
Can ascend to be some Mormon elder's baby ho
Bring up one after another dotard-fathered runt
Act as chambermaid to the First Wives
and be their grunt
But since this union (or unions) are applauded
by the Mormon God
All earth is blessed that their flat feet have trod

But lesbians and gays cannot enjoy sacred Marriage
with this logic numbing
Because we all get turned on by the selfsame plumbing!

Better beware Mormons
I was a Baby Cub growing wild in that Cauldron of Hell
Known as New York Gay and Lesbian Activism
and when you hear our savage bell
Tolling for every Mormon activity to pre-empt
You won't have to wonder
why your fucking church is no longer tax-exempt!
So heed this warning before this moment passes
And pull your God-fearing ugly faces
out of your (corncob-wiped) skanky Utah asses!

SOMEWHERE OUT THERE by Dennis Doph

Somewhere out there
beneath extinguised studio Kleig lights
Norma Shearer and Bob Montgomery
kicking back their Noel Coward nights
Throwing off suspicions that reduced them
to juicy movie trash
Remembering how much fun it was to make
Whiplash

Somewhere Jimmy Cagney is intruding
in some hoodlum's fate
Firing six tight shots through the boot
of a smart Buick 8
Sniffing round to find in which bed
Mayo has been lyin'
Freaking out homoerotic subtext
with sweating Edmond O'Brien

Somewhere east of Palo Alto
Shirley Temple is still counting that Fox gold
From all those kiddie movies made in days of old
From a devastating tot she became
an irritating teen
And for calling her a nymphet she sued
poor culpable Graham Greene!

These celebrities forever famous in the mix of fate
Doomed to live electronically way past their sell-by date
Fred and Ginger dancing Dropping feathers
who among us would not agree
To watch them mixing class and sex
popping in yet another Blu-Ray DVD

Marilyn on her frances stroking precious bitchboy
Monty Clift
Taking deep breaths to make her famous D-cups
separate and lift
Making Gable and Eli Wallach and Thelma Ritter
do the splits
In the cause of broncho-busting bosom-worshipping
Misfits

Rita Hayworth basking on something resembling
Martinique
Making Bob Mitchum and Jack Lemmon grab their balls
and shriek
Rita had that picture and her legacy down to a T
When she said,
"Armies of men have marched over me".

Mitchum (again) pursuing Jane Greer to her doom
Heating her up and dismissing her:
"Hey! I have to sleep in this room!"
Even though Jane had sultry sex appeal the very mostest
Mitch was right when he said:
"Not everyone is completely bad. But she
comes the closest".

My childish heart pounded madly for each and every star
Especially ones who pistolwhipped each other
in the fantasy of film noir
Rita and Mitch and Jane Greer will for us forever last
Sharing their lust in an electronic bubble
Out of the Past.

Somewhere out there Ann Dvorak shows off
her boyish breast
While Paul Muni (incestuously) clutches her
to his hairy chest
Somewhere Angie Lansbury refuses to play
an unwilling third
Wandering through paper snowdrifts
Singing "Little Yellow Bird"

Somewhere Bing and Bob are still mushing down
that frozen Road to Utopia
While W C Fields leads poor Franklyn Pangborn
deeper into male myopia
Somewhere Gene Kelly still waxes muscular and male
refusing each complex carb
While Judy regards the Love of Her Life
and drops another phenobarb
As Kelly panders Mitzi, Kay Kendall, and the Finnish Taina
to us as luscious showgirl whores
Their dancing, stylishly prancing proves more exciting
than all indoors
The four of them live the lush life of lascivious George Cukor
And inveigh us to participate in each exciting
"Ca, C'est, l'amour".

I'm steeped to the gills in film history
this evening, like as not,
I'll steep myself in homoerotic fantasies
of Budd Boetticher and Randolph Scott
Somewhere out there another package from Amazon
is addressed to me
Inviting me to get my rocks off
on one more classic DVD!

THRILLED by Dennis Doph

beyond beyond . 70

Thrilled

Thrilled to the marrow of my old bones Thrilled to be alive and conscious
in this Brave New World Where a black man
has been elected President of these United States
Without once pointing the finger at his white mother
or white grandparents

Thrilled to see the bastions of the Old South North Carolina Florida
even Indiana fall into the maw of the New Order Thrilled to see
the razor thin event of Missouri where Jayhawkers once lynched
black men for sport

Thrilled to see proto-Mormon Nevada fall Casinos of Vegas and Reno
must be using Blue chips for their exclusive currency Thrilled to see
Michelle Obama stride that stage in Chicago with the aplomb of a woman
born to understand power and not to abuse it

While grim slash-mouthed Cindy lets Joe Lieberman in for his boyish
drooling kiss He and John-Boy share their crocodile tears
As if she cared Thrilled that Sarah Barracuda will be returning
to Juneau to face an unthrilled population of discenchanted Alaskans

Thrilled that Obama's caring grandmother Evelyn who gave up her muumuus
for bank president's power garb Who brought up her half-Kenyan grandson
with dignity and wisdom almost lived to see her handsome charge be elected
President And still they criticized him for returning to Hawaii

Thrilled that last minute robo-calls in Florida proclaiming Castro had given
Obama his dotard blessing were seen through as so much bullshit
By the new Cuban American voters who finally sorted out who their real
friends are

Thrilled that I got past Nixon and his threatening five o'clock shadow
Got past my horror at how the gullible populace rejected Jimmy Carter
A truly great President with heart and wisdom Got past Ronnie
and his inability to sort out where Reykjavik really is Got past Poppy Bush
and his wonder at the reality of bar codes Got past the messy spectacle
of the Clintons their inbred envy of each other toxic to the max

Got past Junior and his eight years of total debacle on every level

Thrilled to be past all that Never forgetting a thing We'll need long memories
for perspective as we enter Terra Incognita
Shaking and trembling