the burlesque poetess(s)

poem-a-day week27 “If you can’t sweat your way into fishnets / You can always merge with the words”

November 1-7, 2010 week27: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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The 2 Boston nights of the Dresden Dolls Reunion Tour…epic and rare. So they as a pair are the teaser. i was part of the meta-crowd-busk-ruckus, majorette-ing w. fellow Broken TOys Kevin Corzett (bari sax) & Tj “Terrorence” Horn (Rufio hobo drum kit) for Emperor Norton’s Stationary Marching Band. Huzzah! Close 2nd for teaser-poem is #186 “A mirror-holding figure.” For Helena xo. You know, not just cos’ it was a carnie time— i’m really proud of these poems from this week. Neat. i hope you enjoy.

182. Novemeber 2, 2010 (dresden dolls, wilbur theatre night1, tues.)

I’m objectifying all of you! This whole line!

Women’s waists used to cinch in or
Rather forcibly squeeze past velvet
Ushers, repeat cabaret offenders in the cold

Some kind of communist pilot
Mucks up the sound system
A dolls tribute to masquerade ball

-jointed elbows and knees
Detailed by quick strokes of india ink
“We McFuckings never apologize!”

“I’m picturing a lot of cold sheep” your clan
The opening number rips open
The last decade of underage tour-shirts

Corset’d at the merch table
A kid with black blush nodding violently
Snarling every word alongside the ripping

Banging of keys and skin
Petals scattered fetal around the monitors
So this is devotion, ritual lyricism

Gatling gun strobe light
Making a pair of pre-code cartoons
Stage lightning silhouettes

If you can’t sweat your way into fishnets
You can always merge with the words
We all don’t fit in
These shell casings
Mother of pearl clips

ENSMB, two nights of street carnie and theatre parading fury! (AFP’s twitpic of Kev & co.)

183. November 3, 2010 (wed. ddolls @ Wilbur night2)

Degenerate terra cotta

If you feel like you went down with the ship
‘s orchestra, then get in the van
Our composer has spare buttons

The majorette is drawing straws
For the lovers behind sticky registers
Intentions are un-weighted, without glitter

Water in my cup you could mistake
Me for the other moustache’d half
If you’re offering a seat in the red mezzanine

Throng, stop staring at the honeymooner
Lingerie, sweet cheeks ascending marble stair
Redundant really, someone’s crinoline comment

On the rarity of natural blonde goths
The elongated neck of the actress
And the recurring encore of violence

Lead us to the South Street diner
(Cupcake fairies can’t kiss everyone)
The taxis passing by had wondered:

What is this brassy pack of gypsy smokes?
AWOL vagrants’ fruity theatrics
In the streets of the theatre district?

It’s the punk cabaret warm up,
The ballerina stretching side-stage in chalk

*brown bag blue ribbon Titanicsicle prize i made for dear @selinaDF (tumble-read all about it)

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poem-a-day week24 “Delicate deli inappropriacy in ascots & bowlers”

October 11-17, 2010 week24: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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(re-demonstrating how not to stash money your first day of busking in broad daylight)

164. October 15, 2010 (fri. rain’d out buskin’ lead to Brookline flyering/debauchery)

Desire is matched by
The distant rhythm
Telegraph the breast
This tasteless catechism
An anxious calm

There will be no copper jingling
As it tumbles out of hat, hair
Loosened into small change
Twisters as our tips rain onto

Boutineer, bound breast, sidewalk
Stage too damp in this Oh, Boston
Storm means roaming Friday night

In flapper cape, in character to flyer
Flaunt kamikaze song at the Jewish
Neighbourhood’s sex shoppe?

Let me regale you with linen napkins
And kugel samplers- delicate deli
Inappropriacy in ascots & bowlers:

Nearby hospice patron
Speaking at a Friday night volume
In a rather rowdy restaurant

We normally love the place
But it’s just TOO LOUD tonight
Repeated to waiter, manager, busboy

Until we finally notice
Their untouched soup and wine
(If we’d been fastier ruffians

We’d have pounded it and toasted
Them L’Chaim! on their way out)
You can’t kick Semitic gem’d gesticulations

And youthful jazz hands out of a booth
For being queer(ly dressed) and bubbly as greps
Water, giggling animatedly ‘bout fisting

In cartoon voices vaudeville bespeaks
Folks rather spiffed up, you can’t point us out
As those rough lookin’ teens with silver topped canes

Lesbros in chimney spout tophats! The one with
The nose ring and monocle! Tattoos and cuff links!
It’s how the boisterous/bourgeoise

Get away with any everything
Isn’t it? Starched & collar’d delinquents
Matzo ball robber barons

Of your calm soup and crackers evening
Paying customers as pretty as we
“Get away with” enjoying ourselves, entertaining
Anyone warm-blooded as bouillon broth

(top italics are ‘poems by removal’ i wrote via The Passionate Life)

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poem-a-day week20 “Here agony— In bloomers, bunnies beloved by hatters”

September 13-19, 2010 week20: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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135. September 14, 2010 (tues.)

Walk-in appointment with the architect
Of my collapsible midway, a myriad of mumbling
Intoxicating monologues from con-artists

Illustrated scholars in each booth
Twirling their kimono belts suggestively
Narcissus flower prints throbbing with colour

Behind these silk cords muses twirl
i turn like a carousel pony impaled with dreams
For your delectation, to jostle your journal
.

i woke inside a chapter book
The bohemian twenty-something nothing
Year olds, somebody not quite Mrs. Dalloway

In a bouquet-print wrap dress
A paper hostess to vegan viscera
Cheeseless jokes, just waking up

Inside your life while the bday boy
Has a lot of catching up to do
And a ten year reunion to declare not worth it

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