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 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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poem-a-day week18 “The Art Deco spire, impractical dirigible terminal”

August 30-September 5, 2010 week18: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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123. September 2, 2010 (thurs., 2nd day busking for cabaret)
Erotika Nostalgia

Reunited shells
Shopping for very bright grapes
Corkscrews around your finger

Ampersands ~ kiss curls
Lovenotes stitched to satin lapels
Glitter shapes for eyes

A venue vineyard
Winos blotting autographs
A tad of tech week

Notes for everyone
Something glassy feels real now
No shards in our heels, stay

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poem-a-day week17 “subdued ‘morse code’ section between the verse and the chorus”

August 23-29, 2010 week17: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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118. August 28, 2010 (sat. New Blood ORG, cloud club)

Cleverly parking
Below piano factory
Balconies, cops and

Construction to seduce
Me away from the cookies
Spose i can learn you

Some Ziggy in the extra
Courtyard mossy “green room” rail
-ing propping journal

i swear i do other things
Than sit on stone benches
Making neanderthal spark starts

A capella “Mein Herr”
Summons the off duty
Emcee down from cloud

i’m just stoked to be
At a garden salon, biting
Off lyrics, bantering by tiki light

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i’m rah-ther proud of this week-in-verse, i hope you enjoy!
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poem-a-day week14 “Ziegfeld’s midnight jinks”

August 2-8, 2010 week14: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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97. August 7, 2010 (sat.)

Carjacking nightmare
For me, recurring bridges
For you no teeth lost

Nosing Inuits
Frisky dolphins on black sheets
Smoke rings stick around

Ukulele Ike’s
High note on Storrow detour
Next car’s doing blow

The Hills seems sincere
After seeing yah-dudes mock
Platform wedges’ tush

Daguerreotype zines
Stitches from fairy stories
Ruthless ivy rope

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poem-a-day week12 (lots of cats)

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July 19-25, 2010, week12: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

being the hermit-poet turned social leads to silly poem-a-days! teaser be-low.

83. July 24, 2010 (sat.)

At B’s i meet Malloy cat the second, chic in
double-breasted black, radiator perched. Shy
with a silken proud tuft, a white pocket square.

B. and i discuss the intricacies, trickiness
of having a nude portrait of yourself in your
shared apt. parlour. We’re not prudes, but

i understand it’s hard to read poetry on a screen.
All the more reason to cross-stitch by your
side on the sofa, leave you with double-entendre
knotted stanzas.

At S’s, it’s tuxedo beast Boris the cat
(that does not get along with other cats)
lying in the doorjamb, inky tail(s)
and mother of pearl toes ready to trip you.

Jeweled fruit soaked in the bottom
of the sangria punch bowl makes everyone
smile orange peel, tell tales of elementary

school spin the bottle, fourth grade boyfriends.
Lounging under Bernini statuary
posters brings back dark lusty art

history lectures. “i don’t care, i have a rosy
-tinted, vegan, pornographic hue’d vision
of what’s to come for you in Austin!”

And yes, C. you’re learning that one
only overhears such fragments
from me— surely you misheard.

psst. the kitties want you to check out my e-merch table(tsy).

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poem-a-day week11

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July 12-18, 2010 week11: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

this week’s teaser-poem comes w. my original art and wouldn’t be complete with *video of us playing to the masses in broad daylight without frying like vampires? eternal thanks to NilesZ of the Atari Wallet Empire for coming to the show w. his also-talented/crafty wife, Phet(nikone). Phet makes (among other amazing things ‘n wristlet-purses) the be-autiful fabricvelopes i sell my deluxe!niblet zine originals inside, and yay for them bringing their amazing wee’un Sidd(hartha) to his first concert!

75. July 16, 2010 (fri, ARTBEAT!)
We’ve never done a PG-13 show before

“Yoo hoo sailor!” is Army of Toys for “water.”
Wet wet reverb washes over children accepting
party favours from the plastic woman with grass

-green hair. A little boy inspects what my transistor
radio fancier friend has tapped out of his corn cob
pipe in the roots of a picnic shade tree.

Sunset by stage brights, we play framed by red
clitopus, artopus. We’re foaming far outside our normal
palette for an apocalyptic soccer team (red & black).

Meff’s looks inspire me to ration cigarettes for my nation,
stripes fading to fishbone. Our sea wife corseting hints
at winches and it seems the mayor of Somerville must

like bubbles, the tiniest mosh pit participants
congregate beneath tentacles, a living statue’s
plaster cast blown kisses. We performed, (appropriately)

after a hip hop children’s book, before a thunder storm
brought on by horn section.

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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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