the burlesque poetess(s)

poem-a-day week23 “The radical civility of the lover”

October 4-10, 2010 week23: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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Close 2nd place choices for this week’s teaser(s) are the really neat collab. art/dada writing ex. zine pages from the workshop i taught 10/7, online now: Yes I’ll bill rarely, Sherry. And a poem i wrote that’s a kind of conversation w. a variety of internet personalities/sources/bloggers: #155.

157. October 8, 2010 (fri. tinys cambridge premiere w. jill tracy/zoe boekbinder/dakota belle witt!)

“featuring our own Mick Ronson of the mando’”

We’re precious in black and white Puzzle piece expressions
Stories of cyanide in the cookie selection

Deadly songbook beside the lead tea tray—
Antipasto at the lesbian bistro
Vegan coconut carrot soup will let us sing

It’s important to weigh each talisman
In your hand before it xylophones your ribs
All night from around your un-scarved neck

Pick up some stray noise makers
At the army surplus, it’s a military masque next week
Meff’s voice is anchor’d underwater

My height can turn street corner bowler tricks
Pimp derby hat you’ll see as only the Good Ship Lolli-pop
Sheer force of corkscrew curls

Screwy prevert thoughts whisper-lisped
Brown bumblebee lips’ singular curses
Couldn’t your clarinet have been smaller?

Gimp! Drop that mandolin
Don’t pound the keys— cease
Being our buxom violist’s footstool
And take that average-sized wood
-wind out the back way

i cannot stress enough how much you need to go explore David Aquilina’s full gallery from the night. displays our relentlessly sezual antics…

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poem-a-day week9 (ice chests & key parties)

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(week1 - week2 - week3 - week4 - week5 - week6 - week7 - week8)
*‘ccompanying poem-a-day ‘llustrations

June 28-July 4, 2010, week9: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

my above-the-cut teaser is #7 from the week, again. i guess i like how my poem-a-weeks have been culminating the best! i’m writing curricula for my online workshop (coming so so soon we can tastes it!) and have some fun ideas about how i’m going to work with all this raw rough draft material i’ve amassed. over 60 pages now. that’s a chapbook ‘n some. yay!

63. SWANKVILLE, USA (July 4, 2010)

No 1812 overture in the champagne
this year. i already am having my recovery
from sparklers and shots, Sunday in.

Saturday, July 3rd’s expensive adrenaline,
borrowed bourgeoise behaviours. “There’s
only one thing one would be doing in a hammock

with that man.” Mushrooms?
i wander away from the outdoor
surround sound putting green heated pool

increasingly nude and aggressively so
hot tub ruckus. i peek in the barn doors
of the childrens’ rooms. You’d never know

under all the mosquito bites, middle class
masochism they keep TGIF mixers in their
wine cabinet. Their lawnkeeping is impeccable.

They throw great house parties, in absentia.
A few hours peeking at their blue label
and i’m set for the fireworks behind my poor eyes.

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