the burlesque poetess(s)

Shameless upcoming show-cal’ x-post.

Achtung, new project: WHY ARE THOSE GIRLS SO LOUD it’s ‘cos we’re jewish

Premiere of my outdoor voices awkville in excelsis project with my colleague in cabaret verse slinging, Amy Macabre…

6/25, “Drive in Saturday.” (FB event page) Niki Luparelli’s loving tribute to David Bowie (sequel) @ Ralph’s, Worcester! WOO! It’s only for-ever…

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Meff ‘n’ jojo’s Tiny Instrument Revue

TBA, but show archives just lovingly updated w. lotsa goodies from our numerous gigs the past month, including Steampunk World’s Fair ‘11!

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when within: Walter Sickert & The Army of Broken TOys
*Facebook.com/armyoftoys usually has the most updated upcoming events.

6/3 FRI. @ littlefield (art space) 8pm-1am. 622 degraw st, Brooklyn w/ Copal, Jaggery, Black Tape for a Blue Girl.
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=190053584373503

6/4 SAT. Dorian’s Parlour (June), in Philadelphia w. Jaggery, Psyche Corp., White Elephant Burlesque Society. 8-1am, 21+ / “Dress to the nines in Dandy,Steampunk, Neo-Victorian, Neo- Vintage, Black Tie. Located at the beautiful Doubletree Hotel in Philadelphia Right on the corner of broad and locust st. 3 blocks south of city hall. Easily accessible from the Broad Street line and Septa Bus 27 and 32 and a short walk from Suburban Station.” http://doriansparlor.com/june_2011/ & More facebook event page info

poem-a-day week27 “If you can’t sweat your way into fishnets / You can always merge with the words”

November 1-7, 2010 week27: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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The 2 Boston nights of the Dresden Dolls Reunion Tour…epic and rare. So they as a pair are the teaser. i was part of the meta-crowd-busk-ruckus, majorette-ing w. fellow Broken TOys Kevin Corzett (bari sax) & Tj “Terrorence” Horn (Rufio hobo drum kit) for Emperor Norton’s Stationary Marching Band. Huzzah! Close 2nd for teaser-poem is #186 “A mirror-holding figure.” For Helena xo. You know, not just cos’ it was a carnie time— i’m really proud of these poems from this week. Neat. i hope you enjoy.

182. Novemeber 2, 2010 (dresden dolls, wilbur theatre night1, tues.)

I’m objectifying all of you! This whole line!

Women’s waists used to cinch in or
Rather forcibly squeeze past velvet
Ushers, repeat cabaret offenders in the cold

Some kind of communist pilot
Mucks up the sound system
A dolls tribute to masquerade ball

-jointed elbows and knees
Detailed by quick strokes of india ink
“We McFuckings never apologize!”

“I’m picturing a lot of cold sheep” your clan
The opening number rips open
The last decade of underage tour-shirts

Corset’d at the merch table
A kid with black blush nodding violently
Snarling every word alongside the ripping

Banging of keys and skin
Petals scattered fetal around the monitors
So this is devotion, ritual lyricism

Gatling gun strobe light
Making a pair of pre-code cartoons
Stage lightning silhouettes

If you can’t sweat your way into fishnets
You can always merge with the words
We all don’t fit in
These shell casings
Mother of pearl clips

ENSMB, two nights of street carnie and theatre parading fury! (AFP’s twitpic of Kev & co.)

183. November 3, 2010 (wed. ddolls @ Wilbur night2)

Degenerate terra cotta

If you feel like you went down with the ship
‘s orchestra, then get in the van
Our composer has spare buttons

The majorette is drawing straws
For the lovers behind sticky registers
Intentions are un-weighted, without glitter

Water in my cup you could mistake
Me for the other moustache’d half
If you’re offering a seat in the red mezzanine

Throng, stop staring at the honeymooner
Lingerie, sweet cheeks ascending marble stair
Redundant really, someone’s crinoline comment

On the rarity of natural blonde goths
The elongated neck of the actress
And the recurring encore of violence

Lead us to the South Street diner
(Cupcake fairies can’t kiss everyone)
The taxis passing by had wondered:

What is this brassy pack of gypsy smokes?
AWOL vagrants’ fruity theatrics
In the streets of the theatre district?

It’s the punk cabaret warm up,
The ballerina stretching side-stage in chalk

*brown bag blue ribbon Titanicsicle prize i made for dear @selinaDF (tumble-read all about it)

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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.’

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!

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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)

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

(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.

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 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 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 week11

SPANKIN’ new poem-a-day ultimate table of contents/archive
—-> http://poetesss.tumblr.com/PAD

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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