the burlesque poetess(s)

poem-a-day week22 “Cheaper workmanship in the doll’s face”

September 27-October 3, 2010 week22: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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above-the-cut teaser this week includes my gift-art to Salter Wickert in honour of him finishing his first year of Inkdrips! & because my *other top-choice poem? edrie was already kind enough to pimp the hell out of on the facebook. i have a nice carnie family/pornival.

149. September 30, 2010 (thurs., Ketman A Go Go LP release)

We relive the last time you pulled Pinocchio’s
Achilles tendon, narrated while peeing
Behind a dumpster and then hopped in a getaway car

With darker hair, shinier piercings
On the bad news chaffeur saying “drink this!”
Miller High Life bubbles, the chalkboard

Reads: “I know the ceiling is leaking
in the bathroom, THX” we stand with our arms
Crossed when off stage, gaze at the last inkdrip

Served uke-side up on a platter—
i brown bag profiles in prey-catching lashes
Apostles’ hand gestures, the suckers from octopi eyes

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poem-a-day week15 recapping the “retrosexual”

August 9-15, 2010 week15: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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i’ve decided like that no-good army of TOys band i’m in (who defines its genre as steam crunk) i’d like the tiny instruments to be categorized as “retrosexual.” all of last-last week was spent gearing up for the tiny instruments’s premiere (pix/poem for that!) and palling about with The Slomski Brothers on the new england leg of their epic world tour. thus, the poem-a-days reflect that. not a bad week, eh? all art and delicious vaudevillian-ry.

104. August 14, 2010 (sat. - Boudoir Noir, Club Passim)

Listen to Madam
Match-make celibate carnies
Shut the wardrobe door

Don’t flash your netting
It’s not presidential red
Lips that will catch fish

Teacup-shaped escapes
Sidestage— no one cares ‘bout tush
A lighter, a light

Alleyway, butts’ flight
Scraped together etiquette
Rubbish bins, torn words

Chocolate shout outs
A bourgie to-go box, please
Save tupperware sin

Table of foxes
Crumbling five hours of butter
Into martini’d mouths

Glitter sticks to pillow slips
Now, purse your lips

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