Hezekiah Allen Taylor
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"I like my women like I like my poems: figurative"
"Hat," (as his close friends call him) dropped out of the University
of Nevada-Las Vegas in 1996. He calls himself a "Road Scholar," largely
crediting a lengthy road trip across the United States as being the
greatest lesson of his life.
His idol is not Kerouac, as some might expect. Instead Hat idolizes
fellow Beat Allen Ginsberg (Hat often tells people he was named after
Ginsberg), Thomas Hobbes, and, of course, Elvis. (His favorite books
are listed after his biography.)
Though he is currently a tattoo artist and convenience clerk, he still
finds time to collect Pez and Jesus
trinkets. His dream is to work for Pez or Archie
McPhee. His girlfriend, Belle, has been a stripper for two years.
His father, a former Juliard instructor, and his mother, one of the
first women employed by NASA, still want him to be a lawyer; they simply
want Belle to find a job where she can remain clothed. So far, his parents
are not getting either wish.
He is working on a series of projects entitled Three Views of Famous
Virgins. Each virgin is captured in a poem, collage, and tattoo.
So far, Hat says his favorite set is Attila the Hun.
Hezekiah Allen Taylor's Publication
History
Note: This index only includes publication in the EastWesterly
Review and related journals.
Take2:
Issue 14
I am composed of thousands
of tiny pixels.
Would you STOP going on about
Samuel Beckett? There are other things in life.
Everything Morrissey predicted
in the '80s is coming true
Karen, will you take that out
of your mouth?
Nervous headaches? Bulging
veins?
No. I haven't missed you at
all.
Are there McDonalds in heaven?
Most gangsta rappers are quite
polite in person
George Orwell writes beautifully.
He is due for a revival.
I used to get drunk before
meeting journalists
Take2:
Issue 13
Postage Stamp Woman
Brand New Dogma
Bunnies Don't Come When They're
Called
childish habit of listing (a.k.a.)
"Soap is a tool of peace and a weapon of war."
failure to sacrifice (a.k.a.
"If you can't get rid of your skeleton in the closet, you best
teach him to dance.")
Shock and Awe
Time. Date. Year.
Some Sort of Random Party
Anna Karinina Quilt
Home of the Heavenly Pie
Take2:
Issue 12
"Brainwashee" or "Brainwashor"?
Which one are you?
I've lost my social sparkle.
Downgrading on elevated uncertainty.
You haven't annoyed me yet, so I wouldn't worry.
Breaker, breaker, 1-9
Adaquacy is the challenge.
Singles Swap Meet
She only comes home to swap clothes . . . and fellas.
Richard, you are British and the sea is in your blood.
The female chimp forages alone.
Take2:
Issue 11
Ode to a Steve McQueen
Ode to an Office Crush
Ode to Those I Wish Were Dead
In Memory of Jack Klugman
Jenny's My Angel
To My Dear and Loving Louie
Jenna on the Mat
It is His Birthday (for Joey
Z.)
To TLC's Coy Trading Spaces
A Story About My Body
Take2:
Issue 10
Scooby Doo
Moonlighting
Dukes of Hazzard
MacGyver
Jerry Springer
Vega$/Spencer for Hire
Rockford Files
A-Team
The Love Boat
Flops I remember well (or
not so well)
Take2:
Issue 9
The Streets of Miami--That Was
My Dance School
I Believe in God 100 Percent
I'm Starting to Think, Man,
I Can Bust This Dude
Well, I Rap.
Yo, Boy, I'm Serious.
Talk About Being Bummed!
I Picked "To the Extreme" as
a Title 'Cause That's What Vanilla Ice Has Always Been About
As Far As Creativity Goes, I
Might Be Using a Little Bit of Someone Else's Music (a.k.a. "dead
in nebraska")
And I Said, "Sure, You
Know, Rock It!"
Stop, Collaborate, and Listen!
Take2:
Issue 8
I Think She Needs a Sugar Daddy,
Or At Least Someone With a Better Bathroom
Black Hair, As Black As My Soul
Great Rack . . .
All Cats Fear the Plunger
Roasty Toasty Princess
The Washing Machine is Quiet
on Blue Moons
Where's My Pants?
Warmest Thing Known
Men Who Idolize Frank Sinatra
How to Write an Essay About
Flowers
Take 2:
Issue 7
Do Not Touch Casket--Electrical
Shock
The Waitress Writes Poetry
A City Without Fences
Your Waiter This Evening Will
Be . . .
Drive-Thru Therapy
Poo and What-not
I've Been the Governor of a
Big State
Do You Know How to Make Someone
Pee His Pants, Really?
Dude, He Was All Like "Glitter,
Glitter" When He Touched Me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T (in high male
falsetto)
Take2:
Issue 6
We're in !@#$%^&* Kentucky
I've Never Flown Before
Angel, You Want Some Bacon?
Perception is Reality
Beaver Project
Shoe Tree
Damn Wicca Lesbians
Ode to Ol' Roy
White Rabbit
Please Use Rear Entrance
Take2: Issue
5
Behind the Green Door
The Mob Stole Our Porn
Seasick Jesus
Shove It Up Your Giddy Ass
Sexual Theme Park
There is Beauty in the Room
Liberty
Neon Furs
Somebody's Dyin'
Shrieking Girl
Take2: Issue
4
Screwing Up Means Possible Arrest
I'd Buy Lederhosen From You
That might require surgery.
Or IHOP.
We appreciate it in a deep,
non-Lacanian sort of way
Dreamlet
I Could Have My Seclusion and
My Sex Too
That Boy's Too Afraid of Incarceration
GRRRrrrrrrrrr!
Am I Capable of Getting Tricky?
And Involves the Same Psychotropic
Drugs
Take2: Issue
3
The Posturing Grackle
No One Thing Deserves This Much
Warmth
Wasting Time on Each Blue Jay
With the Ease of Dew
I Lost a Horizon
I Guess It's All in My Reaction
I Suppose It's the Colors
Silver and Green--Knowing
I've Spent Hours Turning Rocks
Blue (Can Mean Anything in a
Dream)
Take2: Issue
2
How Can I Not Get Upset When
Someone Dies?
The Bad Touch
How Do I Rave?
How Adolf Hitler Died
Is the Sun Smaller than the
Moon?
President Lincoln Never Wore
a Turtleneck Sweater
Does Daniel Hurley Still Own
His Trailer in the State of Washington?
Who Invented the Ball-point
Pen?
Where Can I Find Poetry?
Muffy Goes Punk
Take2: Issue
1
Why Do My Pie Crusts Fall?
There's Nothing More Painful
Than Watching Your Child Struggle to Read
The Floor Plan of the Taj Mahal
That Elvis Kind of Lovin'
There's a Mystery Maker in the
Kitchen
The Arthur Miller School of
Dance
"I Have Doughnut in My Hair"
The Christian Way of Brushing
Your Teeth
What Do Communists Eat For Breakfast
There's Something About That
Man You Just Wanna Shellac (a.k.a. coming up clean)
