Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Secret Life of Harry Jones

Round about Midnight

With pink stiletto heels
and a bright blue padded bra
Harry saunters through the alley;
Searchin' for some hot sticky spunk.

Dressed in a skintight skirt,
fishnet stockings
and a big red boa ...

A tight trembling tushie
And small pendulous breasts.

On a hot summer night,

My friend Harry makes such an impressionable scene.
When we consider this salubrious poem, it is arguable that no name may be more suitable for our two fisted, stout hearted, drag queen than "Harry Jones". This name however, certainly has a history of its own.

"Harry Jones" first surfaced as a popular moniker for illicit drug users who used it to refer to the heroin that they were able to pick-up on the street. Ingenious names such as "Horse", "Big Bag", "Big Harry", "Golden Girl", "Hard Stuff", "Henry", "Helen", "Hazel", "Hombre", "Hell Dust", "Schmack" and "Schmeck" were all the rage.

But in this particular case, references to "Goma" and "Gamot" may not be more than incidental.

After all this poem is really about a big hairy dude doin' what he really needs to do.

It's about chasin' the dragon, my friend.
It's all about gettin' high.

Strokin' the big chicken.

A slow ride but a quick fall.

But by now you must surely know ...
There ain't no hens in the hen house.

And there ain't no cats in the cradle.

Just a grimy girl lookin' for some gunk.

But as I think about it ...

It just makes me wish,
that I could wash my big black comely hands.

But don't you worry,
My boy.

Just go ahead and do it.

Upward and onward.
But please, do not delay!

Yes, choke that cockamamy chicken,
my dear!

And for goodness sake,
If you do, in fact, remember me,
Please think of me,
And say a little prayer.

Yes, Ces't la vie
My tender, lovely one.

Yes, Ces't la vie!
My tender, trusted one.

(Please note: This poem was not written to diminish the significance of illicit drug use. In fact, the tragedies associated with drug abuse are self-evident. With this in mind, this depressing little poem was written to provide a slice of life that relatively few people will ever experience, however ugly it may be.)

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