the burlesque poetess(s)

poem-a-day week25 “Confounding but fun-sounding!”

October 18-24, 2010 week25: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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Tales of Polish bday week/month of more shows than sleep, decadence and melty fondue memories of floral wreathlets that don’t slip off your halo. In close decisions equally-worthy of being the teaser-poem— read my bday poem & my 2nd-to-last cabaret-busk poem, as it has vidjo!

170. October 21, 2010 (thurs., after the witching hour still out singing/being bday noisy…)
Half-and-half & nostalgia in mine

Creep out the garden gate
To all tomorrow’s fondess
Shit, someone got the flower girl

Drunk, wreathlet askew in all these photos
Fear is not endearing, a little wine blush
On the knees, dandelion smile

The cork-pop and laughter over the tear
-jerker toast, something shiny crunching underfoot
While dyed-to-match shoes rub identical

Blisters on the foxes fleeing the dance floor
That scene where “gin-pagne”
And knock-you-on-your-ass applejack

Have happened— be glad the parties
You leave still exhale aftershave and warm
Frivolity, indoor parodies of drum circles

A kind of goosing, unlacing flirting
That sparky new pair in the coat closet
That old story smoking on the front stoop

Throw some stray petals (or lime wedges)
Over your left shoulder for luck
Tomorrow there won’t be empty milk
Bottles waiting outside

poem in part inspired by the wonderful bitty floral wreath-let dangling ribbons my dear photog friend Justin Moore gifted me. pix of me being a drunk flower girl/flapperlet (it stays on even crooked) i’m sure will turn up. (past, present, future) et voila:

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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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poem-a-day week19 “The short life span being popular in the 19th century”

September 6-12, 2010 week19: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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131. September 10, 2010 (fri.)
“Don’t you know you have to wear eyeliner in your twitter picture?”

Exhausted by beauty marks
Knee Boop-bent inward
Lower eyelids spider weighted

Cartoonish astonishment, celluloid sensuality
.

“How would mom dress as an almost 26 year old?”
Wrap me in autumn, skirts snapped at
Paparazzi with glitter vampire bite

On his neck, my ambivalent
-ly overstuffed purse absent from this angle
i fondle the Prodigal bassist’s luck

Charms, we manage to say, “You know,
while you’re touching yourself”
A few times each

If you thought i looked ravishing
When i walked in, toes curled
With Erik Satie in a baggie

Wait til’ i dish on the useless erectile
Tissue, trans-perations, play piercings
We know the same human doll

And oy! Shomer shabbas Jews’ll
Do the darndest things—
My money’s no good here
No handkerchief to shake change

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