the burlesque poetess(s)

32. “guitar hero” for @emb2k1

Guitar hero

Players hump their way through the speaker fabric
using layers of candy shell plastic.
At last! In their minds the bass thump, pumping
lyrics have always been rubbing them through their
jeans, teasing them from the back seat sub woofer
with bubble gum breath and Beatles 1 inch pins.
The radio single always tousled their hair lovingly
and adjusted the stray, mysterious-making, too long bangs
while smiling from the other side of the pocket mirror,
the digital stereo display. How to cross through
the red velvet ropes, climb inside the amp, champagne
room to croon in the cocktail lounge where
all the music you listen to on repeat goes
to have all the teenage sex?

The other side of the Looking Glass
sound system, now with a guitar-shaped peripheral
(musical equivalent of a jelly dong) to stimulate and
simulate the fret buttons on the controller. Don’t fret,
you too can fingerbang Joan Jett and bite Bowie
back on the back and solo with Slash
and crack skulls with Alice Cooper
(he will drink anything not labeled
“Drink me.”)

by your poetesss

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i took the bulk of my twitter-poem-request-topics from amanda palmer’s secretwitter contest concert at the bridge this time last year, the army of toys opened and it’s where many of you met me initially. those of you who’ve -not- met me whilst i was flashing my bum, being inappro’, musical, loud and gaudy and gosh down bawdy (maybe through the tumblr creative writing directory?), you may not know i’m a no good miscreant in the boston vaudeville vorld, and that the TOys’s cd release is tomorrow night! we go on tour sat, and we are playing the after-party for the finale of amanda palmer’s Evelyn Evelyn tour June 19th. but there you go. this poem topic was no doubt influenced by miss AFP. i remember seeing her peform ‘guitar hero’ solo at sxip’s hour of charm summer 07. it was intense, it stomped on my already-broked-at-the-time heart, i’d never seen her without brian, and i didn’t know it was the beginning of a whole new incarnation of her art and my own life was about to get very different very fast, too. never could i imagine that less than half a dozen performances as the burlesque poetess later wld end me up with the TOys, at the cloud club…anyhoo, this photo is by cbane on flickr of the live guitar hero show with the danger ensemble. lovely folks. lovely photo that captures a lot. je shut up now with the dithering. xo