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~ Tuesday, November 16 ~
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poem-a-day week26 “Nintendo conjured cock” & suchs

October 25-31, 2010 week26: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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close 2nd for this archived week’s teaser-poem is my kindof cousin/companion piece to “guitar hero,” #177 “A joint venture to find papers” - i already pimped it on le twitter, so i figured i’d give another funny one ‘air time.’

pierrotlegs

179. October 30, 2010 (Sat. TOys play superfans’ Hallowe’en eve weddingig)

Up the servant stairs, skirting ghost blood
Stains on the guests’ scavenger hunt map: photograph
A band member eating quinoa, then howl

Along with the ambient spook
-y music keyboardist in the parlour with the meat
-less lasagna wafting in, high-five the undead

Prom queen (bride), make (non-swearing) nice in front
Of the family dressed as a hippie commune at the table
In the corner a duet of Diet Coke & rums tremble

Under the screeching speakers
The costume contest is judged
By the mike-cupping lion from Oz

In high heel paws (she grew up in Korea, so)
She thinks the ICP clown is a black and white Joker
i feel good about making the Mad Hatter

Uncomfortable, my mis-matched socks disturbed
Him more than his own, Pierrot polka dot holes
In the boat to oompah pah pah

Then sauceless sneak out past
Other cars’ skunk smoke pouring out the windows
Too bad harassing historical figures

Won’t get you any points, i manage to control
Myself from walking off with the tiny lanterns
And take pictures of Walter as the perfect pirate

Willy Wonka lurking among the candy buffet
On three say, Waterloo!
One-two-three— Invasion!

Out back of the haunted terrace
The empty wedding tent turns out to be a pecker tease
Hollow sounds from our cell phones dead
Leaves on the dance floor
That Bonaparte really is an exciting guy!

We love Napoleon

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~ Monday, November 8 ~
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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: Wreathlet profile

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~ Sunday, October 24 ~
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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) buskbowie

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

dancin'!

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

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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.

The ethereal icon, Jill Tracy

jassss

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

gimp 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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~ Thursday, October 14 ~
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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

WSInkdrip gift dripping w. 'grats! (& plague rats)

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~ Sunday, October 10 ~
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poem-a-day week21 “Broad hip’d broadcast markup language”

i’m everso everso tardy/be-hind/betwixt & ‘tween & playing awful ketchup, mes amis. do forgive me. last sat. (Cynthia von Buhler-world) to now (and it’s not over yet!) have been some of the most overstimulating art wankery ginormous and important-to-me performances of my life. and i started teaching my zine workshop! happy lady. full service multimedia freelance burlesque poetess & professoress, at yo soivece.

September 20-26, 2010 week21: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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140. September 21, 2010 (tues.)


I. Busking “MinInstruments” (tinys + Edrie!)

When sexy Communists
i mean dominatrix Socialists—
i mean socialites of sidewalks

Get out of the car button’d like Louise
Brooks, bee-stung bob ready for the front line—
(Queue swimming with green paper)

Autocoaches crash abrubtly, yellow spyglasses
Tinkle of glass, a tin giggle in the distance

We are now lousy with illegit’ $2 bills
Pauvre Thomas Jefferson
(He didn’t seem like a “1 belt” kind of guy)


II. Hypothesis Show première

Once upon a childhood paleontologist—
i mean middle school marine biologists—
i mean all grown up burlesque

Inquisitive minds must combine
Experimental tassel twirling, subverting
The strip tease, tighty whiteys

And poetry of womanism, faces on flour and syrup
Food product like Frank-n-Furter’s
Garter’d lovechild with Marie Antoinette

Singing phallus, beckoning to be
Lap partners—
i mean lab partners

img of Kirby Bits from ‘Midnight Vultures’ by Lacy Gazelle, FB & top hipstamatic of Edrie from her FB

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~ Wednesday, September 22 ~
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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

Sexy Berlin Carnival at Marmorhaus

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~ Saturday, September 18 ~
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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

watercolour steamcrunk

paparazzi at black fortress of opium

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~ Tuesday, September 7 ~
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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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