Mapplethorpe's Truman Capote
THINGS GET WORSE
—Edmund White, SACRED MONSTERS
Miss Capote kept shuffling in & out—
taking snorts of coke in his bathroom
Mapplethorpe had come & gone—
after taking his pics that hot afternoon
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The air-conditioning wasn’t working—
Truman’s palmetto fan was tres busy
Capote seemed like a little old lady—
fanning herself there in church
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“It’s a horrible life, dontchaknow”—
he kept saying over & over again
And if anybody should know—
surely it was Miss Truman Capote
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No more ANSWERED PRAYERS—
not for her anymore at least
She’d burned all her bridges—
after "La Cote Basque" in ESQUIRE
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Not even ex-cons trusted him—
after scandalous IN COLD BLOOD
''What did they expect?'' Truman said—
''I'm a writer, and I use everything!!!”
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“Did all those people think I was—
there just to entertain them?''
Both High Society & the Criminals—
didn’t much like their Beads being read
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The so-called great American Proust—
ending up taking a big Swan Dive
All his film scripts, plays, reportage—
all his poems, novellas and novels
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Couldn’t put Miss Humpty-Dumpty—
back together ever again
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