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Tony Nesca

Tony Nesca was born in Torino, Italy in 1965 and moved to Canada at the age of three. He was raised in Winnipeg but relocated back to Italy several times until finally settling in Winnipeg in 1980. He taught himself how to play guitar and formed an original rock band playing the local bars for several years. At the age of twenty-seven he traded his guitar for a Commodore 64 and started writing seriously. He has published six chapbooks of stories and poems (which he used to sell straight out of his knapsack at local dives and bookstores), four novels, a novella, a book of poetry and has been an active contributor to the underground lit scene for ten years, being published in innumerable magazines both online and in print. He currently writes a monthly article for Poetic Monthly and he resides in Winnipeg.

WORD MUSIC

 
deadly silence got me low-down-hungry
thinking about that hot-dog stand on the dismal corner
beside the old beggar hand extended 16 year old
virgin in hot-pants looking mad-bad-dangerous crimson
fireball streaking across the sky middle-aged hooker
front tooth missing she beckoning my weary ass
one I love absent in world-gone-hungry
Dixieland trio singing happy songs amidst angry
downtown laughter low-down drug-mood feeding me blue
music pornography rattling my brains wrap your
lips around me back-alley broken hearts
whiskey bottle-shards hitting the off-keys feel
that fucked-up saxophone tickling your ribs
atom-bomb-luvly feed me sin-soaked dead flowers
on my grave warm kisses moonlight smiles
her distant touch,
her long-dead-musings,
her love-gone-missing,
her hips arching in the afternoon lust-dance,
and your blue velvet beauty grinding away from me in
the gutter-love sunlight…
 
 

 

MUTED LOVE SYMPHONY IN THE BIG EASY DRIZZLE

 
empty pen on table
concrete walls in my body
bearded man blows the saxophone
politician says alright slickster
head feeling down-low
world news grim
purple moonshine out the window
I watch the timewheel rotation moving easy
henry miller he got some wild ass cockroach-sexy
he smilin' like satchmo in the big easy drizzle
I smilin' like ella she giving me sweet ass
one I love misbehavin' cuz it's me and my radio
world singing the muted-love-symphony
it's rain on your sunshine
it's no idea in the urban indifference
it's love in dark corners
it's angry-jack in the wildman blues song
it's me and you holding hands in the forever-happy
unforgiving celebration…

 

 
 
 
LOOKING AT YOU IN THE BUSY RAIN

 
No chance in the easy rain
your smile makes me slick young and hungry
your hips like moonlight-serenade on the hazy
cobblestone
my eyes resting gently
resting gently on your unexpected discovery… 
 
 
 

HEROIN LOVE

ain't got money-hungry-blues
ain't got sweet-water-pools
ain't got no heroin-love
just me and you and the piano-jazz radio
sister brown eyes on the dirty boulevard
she running the crack whore meltdown
she moving the cocaine shark hunt
and
ain't got no blue sensation maserati
ain't got endless sunshine happiness
ain't got mad-bad whiskey whore
just me and you and long-gone Leadbelly singing the
sad-luck music,
singing the goodbye mind-waste,
singing the jazz-wonder-kisses,
ain't got money honey wishes
just blind love running down the
broken-bottle-alley hand in hand
with the dizzy riot madness…

 

 

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