PARTY'S OVER SUN-COME-UP poem by Tony Nesca


reggae beat in background red underwear round her ankles
kiss kiss big ass full moon starvation on fire,
see you run cross my living room
bare feet dark sun like licking armpits
my face buried thighs round my head
baby baby rock and roll says easy livin’, man,
easy livin’,
guy maddin stops me on corner, got it he says?
she shakes her hips ain’t nothing but her in the world,
nothing acting like mother hipster
do you love me,
she says,
burnt alive person telling me guns everywhere, everywhere,
no business left between us I say,
none she says gray sky over her underwear in my mouth
tits gone crazy leg and haunch on my mind sharp kisses
all things must end
she walks this way,
i walk that way