Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Slipped Discs Blues

Jelly doughnuts bulging on my sciatic nerve,
Twists me to the side, makes my spine all curved.
Every time I stand, I have to stretch the other way,
I tell everyone I'm practicing for when I do ballet.
It's no fun when all your discs have slipped,
And you have to walk around like someone kicked you in the hips.
My stomach is overflowing with NSAIDs,
Oh Lordy, won't you give me back my spine from 1993?

Tony LaRocca, 2014

Monday, June 23, 2014

Yes, you!

You are good. You matter.
Happy 96th birthday,
Grandpa Parisi!

Monday, June 16, 2014

Night

I'm lying in the dark, which is where I usually lie. I wonder for  a brief moment if I'm laying or lying, and decide that at the moment, I truly don't care.
It's like when people say you should "give it up to God," it's always the bad stuff. No one ever gives up the good stuff. In the old testament, everyone had to sacrifice the best of their best. Now everyone just gives up the crap they don't want. No wonder we're screwed.
I keep getting fatter. The backs of my knees are the only parts of my body that are sweaty. Why?
I have to learn how to be funnier. Drama is too easy, too self-serving. Everyone wants to be listened to, nobody wants the burden of listening. The secret is never to whine about the comedy mask. No one wants to hear it. And yes, I get the irony that that's just what I'm doing right now.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Sleeping Under the Watchful Eye of Jesus...

You know your sainted mother is cute when she puts this on the guest bed for you =)
TTFN
-Tony

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Paint

I'm sorry I got muck everywhere,
Now it's stuck in everyone's hair.
They were once such pretty colors:
Cerulean, scarlet, and jade,
But they all got mixed together,
Now they look like something a dog made.
I tried so hard to make it good enough,
But the details were never just right.
So I tried again, and again,
But the paint underneath was still wet,
And now it's just a horrible fright.
I'm sorry, I really wanted to paint you something beautiful,
But inside, I'm just not the artist I wanted to be.
Maybe the Guggenheim will buy it for a million bucks.

-Tony LaRocca, 2014

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Polaroid Tattoo

Blonde, beige sundress, nose stud,
Underground R-train rail,
Polaroid camera on your upper arm,
Tattooed in high detail.
Do you want to record life-changing moments,
Instant gratification for memories?
Or are you just an art-school hipster,
Protesting Photoshopped Instagtam selfies?
Do you admire the engineering and chemistry,
Photons, silver halide, and water?
Is it an over-stretched metaphor for giving birth?
Are you Edward Land's great-granddaughter?
Are you documenting passing seconds,
Before they die like fading embers?
Or do you deliberately keep your past blurred,
Until you choose how you want to remember?
All these questions and more,
Stay undeveloped in my head.
I didn't want you to think I was hitting on you,
So I let you go instead.

-Tony LaRocca, 2014
   

Monday, June 09, 2014

Obvious Fishing

Finding myself writing all kinds if bizarre poems and songs. Wondering if I should share-or even worse, sing them...

TTFN
-Tony

Saturday, June 07, 2014

I feel like I could... like I could...

Playing one of the greatest computer games of all time with Mandy. Sigh, I miss you Lucas Arts...

TTFN
-Tony

Friday, June 06, 2014

Friday!

Just... a few... more... minutes...

Monday, June 02, 2014

Strange Doodles and Stranger Dreams

It seems that after all these years, it's still impossible for me to attend school (in this case, a class for Confined Space certification) without doodling. Props to all the Whovians out there who get the reference.

I had a bizarre dream the other night that my paternal grandfather (who died when I was in first grade) had really been alive all these years, and had just recently died. I was furious at my father for hiding the truth from me.

The bizarre thing? I had the exact same dream, back in 2007. I knew it seemed familiar. That's the great thing about PDA's, you can jot down dreams quickly, and save them for referencing.

I wonder what my subconsciousness is playing at...

TTFN
-Tony