2/23/13

10/13/08

kamikaze white noise
title piece to my new book due out at christmas.
pre-order at: stalekisses@hotmail.com
stay tuned...original art work included in latest book.
copyrighted by nicole i-nesca 2009

KAMIKAZE WHITE NOISE

can’t know if it was something that was said
or the head vices with voices
synapses misfire
line between reality and dream and memory blur
parts that can’t let go
white lines on the highway
(scream?)
mimic down-trodden
or “happy” children of three
faces on the bus melt
ugly? or pure?
mouths move and still say nothin’
phones ring, music plays, the motor hums, breaks squeal
plaster a smile and keep moving into the noise
on the mainline, with innocence slipping and not coming anytime soon
shoelace broke and stranger’s thigh is pressed too close too hard
gurgling coffee and turning off ,blocking the insignificance
knuckles whiten pulse quickens tongue sharpens
it’s a heartache heart attack of conscience
foolish pride, thank you for calling
won’t you call back again?
dependence on “things” killing the dream of art for art’s sake
nose ring is sore and there are knots in teenage girl’s blue hair
drank two too many and ate a yellow
rest against dirty cool window
getting so strange
wanting to describe every one every thing every sound
tick tock tick tack bang blame vroom
painting THE thousand word picture
puzzle pieces lost and misshapen
finest years i’ve ever known
sheltered from harm and cold
perched on worn 70’s era public transit’s finest
clutching back-pack
envisioning blue eyes with the healing powers of morphine
protecting thoughts I can not defend

the pilot’s voice announces
“BONZAI!’

and the soft drone
and the soft drone
and the soft drone
…is maddening.

fin..

PhotobucketKamikaze White Noise is a collection of three books by Nicole I. Nesca, The Sexual Repression Collection, Kink and Canned. Though not a formal trilogy, the books were written as companion pieces and follow the themes of sexual freedom, emotional frankness and street-carnival logic, all written with Nicole Nesca’s usual free-flowing sardonic wit. Kamikaze White Noise is prose and poetry that assaults the senses, liberates the mind and celebrates life on the edge like a perfect quarter-mile drag race.








CANNEDcanned

Prose and poetry about sex, love, death and art.









© October 2009 Nicole i-Nesca


KINK
a steady stream of licks to your face and brain from an acidic tongue teasing and coaxing a response to this cheeky look at life and love and all of its kinks

nicoles new book...



EXCERPT FROM KINK:


TOYS

used to play with dolls
plastic legs
polyester clothes
pink stiletto heels
frozen expression
posing and fantasizing
lives
relationships
ash on cig is long grey

REAL

coffee tastes burned
channel-surfing
fingering holes in carpet
he exhales

(uggggghhhhhh)

landing on infomercial
talking
in circles

about?

stretching legs
thoughts spinning

(toy-top mind)

bare feet
squeezing round flushed face

(laughing)

grounded trapeze artist lights another cig
decide to paint toes balloon red
.. ..
© 2009 Nicole i-Nesca



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EXCERPTS FROM SEXUAL REPRESSION COLLECTION:



labeled

make me high with the notion of One boxed in reality
pinned down by wet dreams, drunken fantasies and malfunct thought schemes
lay claim shackle me to your illusion, my delusion
worship at the temple, walk through the garden and call it Eden
eat from the fruit disguised as truth; the cruelty is in the innocence
people and worlds collide blinded by the hypocrisy of the heart
left with four other senses and still disabled
the violence is in the silence, the venom of compliance
lay blame, point fingers and give names -- label me Magdalene



anoche

caged chicana livin americana dream
west-side ghetto fantastico
welfare-rich food-stamp delicioso
got her a gringo an cuatro ninos
full lips pouting from cheap rum kisses
smooth easy rider smile santana style
conga beat rounded hips hot hypnotic
neighborhood notice diabla loca's strut
smoky eyes santeria voodoo good
homage tat crucifix praying hands script
"la familia" on short thick neck...petite mama's tall
hard-head held high she says "pride, baby, pride"
pounds her breast over heart makes a cross
kisses her finger tips whispers looks sips on drink
rolls up sleeves tugs on jeans gettin down to business
crazy laughter, takes another drag from cig
hanging over stove pots pans banging lips flapping
baby on her hip. now fixen a dish...serving love
kitchen happy bandanna held head sweat dripping
twisted english switch-blade tongue fast an sharp
story telling splaining bull-shit logic unfolding mysteries
head spinning she's staggering kids and music playing...
she says,
"you lookin' all pale and thin. eat somethin' before you split?
gringa, remember baby round here everything runs. huh? it's simple.
so, you an me, we the firework over 'little eden' tonight.
we the light that flips on an out and makes em all run. okay?"

drunk and beautiful she laughs and cries in a single sound




moon calf

old man drooling buying courage to have just one touch
step out the back door for a cig leaving friend and foes
finding places where faces melt to some phony funked out trip
laughing lenny bruce groovy desiring some thing
non-descript superficial scene-scaping landing nodding kind
keep moving card carrying valley proud fractured mind club
hat worn low memorex eyes frequency flying with tuned-up ear
where the parking lot lovers artist and philosophers meet
where hearts and bodies fight for rights to mental containment
contentment knowing no one looks too long or too hard in face
ambulance screams in the distance steel nerved unaffected
frightened only by the answers to the unasked questions
heavily lubed and primed from old man bargain drink shot specials
saints in some rock-an-roll choir unglued and let loose
poets stand silent watching listening to gun shot banter
capturing some feeling some moment some weakness
emotionally plagiarized aggrandized like only a lonely angel can
times slipping dawn's colour is spitting i announce 'i'm splitting'
'chitty chitty bang bang' kiss kiss goodbyes and 'alright til next time'
scene was supposed to fade into greys blocking his goddamn rhythm
sky's-eye bright still mocking as it they he hauntingly pace my stride
bang walls of skull forgetting pictures written melodramatic dylan lyric
bathed in obscene light of the moon exposing secrets held closed
stepping harder faster to beat pink's yellow's orange's mournings
revealing the lines from story..."crying like a fire in the sun"



california dreamin’

with gypsy soul, whore's come-hither smile, pocket full of
knowledge and rock n' roll heart i staggered into the bar
loaded with the idealistic visions of a virgin headed for the
coast: fresh face, blue velvet ideology and a little black dress...
fantasia rolled over in death the only rhythm felt or
song heard is the clankity-clank of the ice against the
whiskey glass accompanied by the sighs of the down-
trodden floating in a putrid sea of amber stink with a devil's
kiss memories dripping down the blank page of an alcohol-
saturated mind black lines replace the veins, coping skills
bequeathed to me by friends with cocaine tongues and fast
smiles --just a way to survive bright lights big city pulled my
legs apart, licked me clean and left me dirty lost in the
cesspool muddy waters of a person displaced, easily
replaced and erased by "walk-on parts in a (plastic) war" i
shook, slammed and sold my ass for the last chance to
place high in some prepubescent puke's wet dream; never
lost focus during the smokin', rollin' and blowin'...on my
knees i aim to please name in lights squelching the fights
with morality, ethics and the memory of the mid-west american dream;
bit into california and she ate me

raining

it was raining and what was worse were the dry eyes
she is beautiful he is without pain stoned cold man
seeing listening take-in don't fear your world your life
your love making emotional bangs kisses with words
fucking the tears breaking windows covered by curtains
of shame sex's whisper broke the rose vase smashed
in face cutting the stare of lovers embrace bleeding the
lace while family tried to capture the erased past fast
praise he moaned wisdoms enraged fired amputated
from brain ball and chain took the place and signified
unholy grace sinner savior painted fantasies groovy
chameleons honey dripping limbs tackle realities
wrestling saves ideas mystifying eluding sitting by the
hole looking over about earth rotated sun came along
foolish moon showed gypsy's velvet burns and frays
continuing mind bends coming apart going blind feeling
the end...give it to me easy


















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