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week2: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
week2 spans May 10-16, 2010. the 14th-16th i was running buckwild like a victorienne waif with the Army of Broken TOys as we were playing some shows at the illustrious/illicit Steampunk World’s Fair. (the above image is WS’s band portrait for our new album coming out 6/4: STEAMSHIPKILLERS.) so while there/inebriatedebauchin’ about, i began steam crunk verse tributes to all the bubbies in corsets and bums ogling bums (like me). i’m very proud of the one i wrote about the 15th, so i’ll include that as well above the *ahem* tumblr-cut/read-more mabob. i’m excited, i have an autobiographical auto-archival system going where i’ll have ridonk poems about every show we do. and we’re about to tour. so this is going to get silly, or rather even sillier…fast. “the bloggeresque poetess: a poem a day about the debauchery.” i can see the zine-collection, now. oy. and teehee.
5.15.10 (last sat.)
i watch Katrina bejewel her terrorist breasts
threat then roam the halls to overhear rubied
manna and spell-defense bragging.
Whitefaced tabbies with painted monacles
pass by the performer’s room, a parade of steam punk
ninja turtle, Pikachu, semi-pirate wenches wielding
a bearded Voltaire’s autograph. They jingle with
jailer’s accoutrements, giggling with absinthe
breath, tea-stained bodices. A trunk, pan, and uke
serenade us from sidestage and wind-up shoppe
keeper’s assistants in flame-coloured corsets
hawk leather journals, antique medical EQ.
There are drag Antoinette sorts, out of place but
with the highest bum’d bustles in their clear plastic
stripper’s shoes. Steam punk means a lot of things
at this spectacle, but i enjoy the be-spoked power packs,
light-up fairy catching nets, the glow stick
chokers bobbing in the sea of main stage
audience. Cosplay burlesque is up next.
Please hold for Tank Girl and the wild wild west.
the rest of the poems li(v)e be-low!
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