Crazy Legs

By Tony Nesca

About the Book

Crazy Legs is a collection of poems written in Tony Nesca's incendiary white-light/white-heat stream of urban consciousness. Both lyrical and street-tough, often in the same breath, the words cascade down the page in a free-flow waterfall of ideas and happenings and what Nesca himself calls "word music". A romantic, sexually charged discourse on life, Crazy Legs reads like latter-day Beat Poetry, but edgier and much more alive.

About the Author

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 taught himself how to play guitar and formed an original rock band playing the local bars for several years. At the age of twenty-seven he traded his guitar for a Commodore 64 and started writing seriously. 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, four books of poetry, one short story collection, and has been an active contributor to the underground lit scene for fifteen years, being published in innumerable magazines both online and in print. He currently resides in Winnipeg.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ukiyoto Publishing
• Release date: May 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463207086

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Crazy

Legs

Tony Nesca

Ukiyoto Publishing

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First Published in 2014

Reprint in 2019

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What you are about to read is a work of fiction

"Tell him I’m too fucking busy -

or vice versa."

― Dorothy Parker

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.

― Anaïs Nin

Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

- Nietzsche

TEN THOUSAND DAYS AWAY FROM YOU

I went down to Confusion Corner

saw the hip-hop happy parade,

saw the lowdown distant blues,

saw the mad and beyond scream into the rain,

saw the punch-drunk crying under the streetlights,

saw the easy going smiles fade into yesterday,

felt the long warm kisses recede without warning,

felt the bang-bang purple sunlight of my brain,

felt the long and weary Canadian Road trip

wish me ill luck all the way,

I saw the sad and angry thunder-moan

ten-thousand-days in the desert-song,

I saw all of this,

and I felt it too,

but I didn’t see you baby,

I didn’t see you

…

THIGH-HIGH LEATHER

SCREAMIN’

VIOLENT LOVE

Like the soft cool breeze in the Tuscan glory,

you blew long distance kisses

you cried amidst the telephone fuck-jobs,