California Dreamin’

By Nicole Nesca

 

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 alcoholsaturated

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.

 

Nicole Nesca was born in Ohio, U.S.A. She developed a love of music, painting and writing early on and continued that love throughout her adult life. While living in Canada, she completed her first three works of poetry and prose collected in the anthology piece, KAMIKAZE WHITE NOISE, and three more books of prose and poetry. She has been published in several E-Zines and has been a part of three anthologies.

 

 

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