the burlesque poetess(s)

poem-a-day week18 “The Art Deco spire, impractical dirigible terminal”

August 30-September 5, 2010 week18: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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123. September 2, 2010 (thurs., 2nd day busking for cabaret)
Erotika Nostalgia

Reunited shells
Shopping for very bright grapes
Corkscrews around your finger

Ampersands ~ kiss curls
Lovenotes stitched to satin lapels
Glitter shapes for eyes

A venue vineyard
Winos blotting autographs
A tad of tech week

Notes for everyone
Something glassy feels real now
No shards in our heels, stay

the rest of the poems li(v)e below!

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120. August 30, 2010 (wk18, mon., cabaret preview)
“The mass ornament of silent German film”

Peel back tin foil from
Helen Kane’s chubby sheet music
Ukulele squeaks

Cheeks in such trouble
Pressed gall’ry seats, front row
For a Holocaust

(Past is a silent film)
Lacquered sublimation stings
Powdered train cars halt

Free beer tears welcome
Tailbone aches through Act II
Bienvenue aux liminal

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121. August 31, 2010 (tues. opening night buskin’ ~ video!)

Transcendental soup
Bacchanal decompressing
Café Pamplona coup

With our dear Dakota
Sharing Cigarettes, praise, dreams
Skeptics drink maple

Syrup in their tea
A good backdrop returns voice
Dark sidewalk negligee

Side by side we sweat
Lubricate the un-enticed
Queue to bend themselves

Inside this mouse hole
Mad house of tiny flags
In cocktail drinks, hands

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122. September 1, 2010 (wed.)
The Art Deco spire, impractical dirigible terminal…

Big circus cats pink
Faces beneath stiff whiskers—
Talk of sponge monkeys

With the real early birdies
Hot chai between sleeps

Absent housewife lost
Without groaning audience
Equal time with gin

As maniacal
Scrubbing of sinks
No Met’s opera bed
Canopy suspended en privé

Surrounded by techies
Gaffers tape pasties

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123. above-the-cut

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124. September 3, 2010 (fri.)
“Excuse me, where is the little Generals room?”

Hurricane Earl scatters
Would-be drunks, cattle prods stags
From the palace’s sword performance
Violent companions

A bicycle fan base
Is occasion for zeitgeist
Just ducky here on circuit
-bending memory lane

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125. September 4, 2010 (sat.)
Kitsch tiki witches

Last min. lady date
Meant to be eaten, bit off
Brunch at human o’clock

While the cave folks sleep
Beloved steamy mugs we are
Not in a band t’day

Mod podge glue bodice
Velveteen paisley parlour
Hodge podge, seizure sparkles

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Mai tais strong enough
To make me try to tune
A novelty uku-le (poorly)
“Can’t you play Bowie on anything?!”

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126. September 5, 2010 (sun., wk18 fin)

Hipster picnic, soup
Scorching porn star scars where tongue
Can’t reach to clean plate

Hipster date, beer garden
With Rockabilly wedding party
Ordering super chicken melts

Sunset between semi
Precious stones, knee-jerk romance
OK, real sapphire

Accompanies stroll
Between closed fists
Inkless stationary stores

(nuptial ales, indeed!) subject/quote from lovely surprise run-in on her way to see the punk kabarett Beowulf!