jojo Lazar in Three Forms

jojo Lazar

FNX “Clambake”

Catching yourself in the dumb show of prior passion,
watching anarchists cater to stadium sounds, Bud Lite
drinkers spilling the best damn day of their life

down the back of your halter sun as a girl with
your stegosaurus backpack passes you three times
in one endless, red crowd. Why did you pound down

the last inch of that rum and coke? To catch the keys
not even turned on, so it seemed. “Boston wanted to see
the gun show.” The guilt of acting so inflamed chemically

corrects itself, you feel minus one drink in your gullet that
was hardly you at all, just then. It’s the psychosomatic
sunstroke, the security team making a hand-chain

down Lansdowne street like counselors looking
for drowned campers in the lake, kicking out any
clambake attendee freeloaders. (There were. No. Clams.)

Bent Wit Cabaret

The hooligans with funny hair, rodent-topped canes, the look
that they may make loud jokes about fish tacos, declare “I’ll be
drinking my dinner. Bring me some dinner rolls!”

—those gargoyles are seated in the back, order rye
manhattans stirred around and round the whole Grotesque
cast goes up back stairs to learn the witty way to cross

back into the audience to take our Thriller finale bows.
Rowdily we go round: the leopard mesmer,
Marie Antoinette clotting latex, prom queen’s

bled feathers atop glittering concrete. I’m awkward,
wearing every fugly amazingly gawdy broach I own.
Someone to take tea with degenerate octogenarians,

a 7th grade dance attendee, everyone’s crazy aunty
blushing beneath red gel spots. We hoot at the skin-peeling
strip tease, the hard packing, chest-binding, wart-shedding

is all very well and good backstage. Everyone changes
voices/politics with wigs. I stash my four new used
poetry books from “just looking” in the bargain grotto

and manage to get home with a domestic request,
depart the bent bare stage with, “wanna go feed our beast?”

 Brown Bag Diptych

screamedfisticuffs

 

Walter Sickert & The Army of Broken Toys – Hole in the Boat (2010-03-11)

About the Work

jojo Lazar

jojo Lazar is a Boston-based multimedia visual and performance artist known as “the burlesque poetess.” She is active in the nu-vaudeville world as the tenor ukulele player in circus band, “Walter Sickert & The Army of Broken Toys,” as well as half of “The Tiny Instrument Revue.” Her poetry has appeared in Connotation Press: An Online Artifact, The Starving Artist’s Diet (Jackodile Press), Magpie Magazine, and additionally in her own zines, including “Niblet.” She is a creative writing and zine-making workshop leader with a BA from Brandeis and an MFA in poetry from Lesley University. Visit her keyring site: jojolazar.com & The ARMYOFTOYS.com

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