BULLETPROOF SMILE -

Bulletproof Smile is a small collection of short stories and poems about love and hate written in Tony Nesca's inimitable free-form, uncensored, rock and roll, street prose -
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...I closed my eyes and laid my head back and I saw my youth in Italy, living in the Italian alps and the green and brown and red as the bush and the blue sky mountain caps surrounded us the village down below peach trees in backyard, wow man, what the hell, what the hell? I remembered the old men playing cards on the front stoop of the coffee-bar at all times of the morning noon or night drinking wine and arguing and laughing and dying, I remembered the soccer games with my school buddies on Saturday afternoons mountain shadow hanging over us eventually ending up in a rock fight then our mothers having to patch us up after, I remembered my beautiful neighbor called Fiorenza young thing my age just turned 15 my puberty in full bloom and watching her suntan in her bikini-red backyard then going to the village swimming pool and watching those long fat thighs move one way then the other, and I remembered my great grandmother going for walks with me through the foothills and the woods just behind our villa all the bullshit stories I would tell her weaving one strand of crap with another as we laughed and enjoyed the sun, and my mother with her gentle and affectionate nature calling all us boys in for noon snack-time as we chomped down on the Nutella sandwiches, what a blast man, what an easy memory, nothing but do-nothing days and the mountain sunshine and Fiorenza’s bikini-red…..

Goddamn wind tore at my skin like razor-sharp do-nothing smiles we stood in line at the welfare office January winter screaming down our necks all of us shuffling our feet shoulders bunched weak smiles in the morning night, yeah, morning night 7 AM proletariat dark sky cars racing by throwing mud and grease and shit in our direction that damn snow piled three feet high on either side of us sidewalk covered in ice man we was wondering, we was wondering, where in the holy all-mighty purpose did we fuck up so immensely ugly and pointless to end up here cuz the slow-easy-movement, the killing-field-assassins are all around us, the mojo gone distant baby, guy beside me lights smoke smiles I smile back he’s got beef-jerky hands shaking last night’s drunk off takes a bite of something warm,

“hey man” he offers me a bite,

“sure” I say “what the hell now, right?”

“ain’t nothing worse buddy, you okay?”

“I is alright baby"

“so what’s your story, where you live?”

“wherever..."

“alright man, alright…what you doing here then?”

“dying slowly, right?...like everyone else…"

“minus fucking 30 out here, you’d think those fucking jive assholes would let us in…lookit them, you can see them walking around in there!…OPEN A FUCKING DOOR FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!!!”...

...but man it was golden crisps and shit-stained wonder-babies, it was justice smiling grimly at the final sunrise, it was us hobos proudly defeated moving forward one more step, toothless love she all around we marched in there shit and snow and grime on our boots faces frozen in silent laughter nothing on our minds but the holiest of holies and my thoughts went back to my bed all toasty and heaven-warm and maybe a woman beside me thighs wrapped tightly around my head hot and juicy mine for the taking...

POETRY FROM BULLETPROOF SMILE


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…



MY MELANCHOLY SUNSHINE

rain just finished
slick sidewalk tasty-sweet
neon sign singing end of days
guitar chainsaw deadly as bass goes dum dum
night alive on fire in love man,
The Rezillos cranking the stage-dive-electric
shoes tapping a beat sidewalk-hooker-happy,
round face beauty we smiling kiss kiss
you so sweet girl nicotine-teeth lovely
vodka 7 in the red-light-madness,
early morning gray waiting in the
distant bottle rocket street corner,
what do you say punk-rock-crazies?
what do you say in the dark night wanting,
what do you say on the slick corner tasty-sweet,
what do you say on the blue moon missing,
what do you say baby,
what do you say 'bout my melancholy sunshine...

Bikini Red

feel no pain big mama drive me dizzy
drive me wild uptown-horror-show
make me twilight zone sexy
do me wicked and wild
blue moon broken down jesus
he car-sick and luvly
smoking cigarrilos dusk till dawn
electric orange whiskey madness
she giving what she can,
she melting in the late-night-lonely,
and my mind thinking happy thoughts,
thinking green-grass-smoky,
thinking brown eyes in the snowy reality,
thinking of lips warm and distant,
and her bikini-red forever love-dancing in my mind....


BULLETPROOF SMILE

COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES AND POEMS -

PUBLISHED BY SCREAMIN' SKULL PRESS -

NOW AVAILABLE DIRECTLY FROM THE PUBLISHER SCREAMIN' SKULL PRESS -
stalekisses@hotmail.com