By Tony Nesca
Let me go home baby,
let me run dizzy and wild,
watch your daddy moving along,
watch him laugh and howl,
listen to his glorious death-song crackle happily,
listen to his thunder-march crisp and pure,
let me follow that savage moon baby
up and under and hungry like lightning,
hungry like forgotten eyeshade,
clinging to the shadows a waterfall delight,
watch your papa slink through the midnight sewage
and listen to the rock and roll rapture coming in
thick plumes of blue and pink,
ooooooh yeah,
your lipstick drug-running getting me oh so down,
your mindful meandering whoo-hoo a crazy sound,
let me croak with the bullfrogs,
let me murder them bloody,
let me ride the lonesome wind-song,
let me go baby,
let me go home
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 has published six chapbooks of stories and poems (which he used to sell straight out of his knapsack at local dives and bookstores), six novels, five books of poetry, one short story collection, and has been an active contributor to the underground lit scene for twenty years, being published in innumerable magazines both online and in print. He currently resides in Winnipeg.
