the burlesque poetess(s)

poem-a-day week17 “subdued ‘morse code’ section between the verse and the chorus”

August 23-29, 2010 week17: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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118. August 28, 2010 (sat. New Blood ORG, cloud club)

Cleverly parking
Below piano factory
Balconies, cops and

Construction to seduce
Me away from the cookies
Spose i can learn you

Some Ziggy in the extra
Courtyard mossy “green room” rail
-ing propping journal

i swear i do other things
Than sit on stone benches
Making neanderthal spark starts

A capella “Mein Herr”
Summons the off duty
Emcee down from cloud

i’m just stoked to be
At a garden salon, biting
Off lyrics, bantering by tiki light

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i’m rah-ther proud of this week-in-verse, i hope you enjoy!
the rest of the poems li(v)e below!

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113. August 23, 2010 (mon. DCA to Logan)

Earlier bird sneaks
The prude flight ahead of storms
Mango fried rice waits

For me— beatnik den
Too loosey goose to be true
i get to stay here now?

After a while home feels
Mystical— sleepaway camp
When i was sixteen

Except i arrive
Goggled, latch-key driving gloves
For the “auto-coach”

Bandmates are summer
Bass necks lift so my Havisham
Slips’ hems don’t get caught

Jam new rainwashed tunes
Post-modern lovers/bunnies
Placebo tastes sweet

No really, this ribbon’s mine?
Sapphire in pleasure, security—
Wind it tightly ‘round my wrist

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114. August 24, 2010 (Tues. A.R.T. audit’ for the tinys!)

Pack vaudeville standards
With new sepia makeup
Stereoscope shades

Like Shirley Temple
Got into sequins, eating
Subway while driving

Mascara’d wet road
Mandolin tuning Garmin
Serenade slap each other

Jewish neuroses croon
Audition prepped kvetching
In curlers so much easier

Than ever rehearsing properly

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115. August 25, 2010 (wed.)

Father ships me rosin
Dragon will unfurl from Fed-Ex box
“If I weren’t a Suzuki drop-out”

Serenades to come
Told not to jack-in-the-box
Hop to asshole conclusions

My analyst says
Need not tighten my bow, so

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116. August 26, 2010 (thurs.)

In costume on pinstripes
And needles- being ascot’d properly sells
Myself in militia millinery

Sweating epaulets
AAA approved U-turns
Daring D7 chords
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The greatest pebble
Star thrown through the window
Mr. Mirman, i presume

Keeping low-profile
Lost in monsoon cocktail

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117. August 27, 2010 (fri. meff’s bday drunk crawl incl. Schlapentickle family burlesquery!)

Scorpion bowl booth
Rounded corners extra long
Straws for the birthday

Girl don’t you know syph
-ilis is nothing to twitter
About that blacksmith

Burlesque sparks leather
Heckling plants, front row abuse
Served up red hot

Hoohaa shooting sparks
Sir, never your sister— me?!
More words than the Bible
In this next one
The really dirty song

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118. above-the-cut

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119. August 29, 2010 (sun.)

Armor glows come knight
Fallen dead inside waxy
Pallor, shroud of moon

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Unpacking rangoons
Hot date with Mad Men unwrapped
You leave tomorr— this—

Morning, let my weight
Knot tightly my metaphors
A few days solo

Fool’s gold, uncut jewel
i eat poorly without you
Stare too long in steel

Spoons watching brazen
Streetlamps pollute the night dark