A novelist, M.A. Internicola is the author of three previous novels, Kiss Me Baby, Sunflowers!, Chaz, And All Our Skies Are Blue. The poems included here are from two separate poetry books, Malism and The Darkest Place Is Under A Streetlight, both completed early 2004. His poems, prose and fiction have appeared or are forthcoming in He lives in New York City.
MICHAEL'S POEMS, PROSE AND FICTION HAVE APPEARED OR ARE FORTHCOMING IN:
THE BLACK CROWES - The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion
Click image to visit the Black Crowes Official Website; to read about the band on the Columbia Records website, click here or for related music on Amazon, click hereLED ZEPPELIN - 5/26/77
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Click image to visit the Stone Temple Pilots official website; to visit the band's unofficial website, click here or for related music on Amazon, click hereTHE RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS - Blood Sugar Sex MagikClick image to visit the official Red Hot Chili Peppers website; to read an interview with the band on the NY Rock website, click here or for related music on Amazon, click hereTEMPLE OF THE DOG - Temple of the Dog
Click image to visit the Temple of the Dog official website; to read more about the band on the Sony website, click here or for related music on Amazon, click hereSOUNDGARDEN - Down on the UpsideClick image to visit the Unofficial Soundgarden Homepage; to read 'Louder With Love: The Kim Thayil Interview' on the VH1 website, click here or for related music on Amazon, click hereGOV'T MULE - Vol. 1
Click image to visit the Gov't Mule official website; for the Mule Base website, click here or for related music on Amazon, click hereMILES DAVIS - Kind of BlueClick image to visit the Unofficial Soundgarden Homepage; for the Cool is Forever Miles Davis site, click here or for related music on Amazon, click here
MICHAEL'S FAVOURITE WRITERS
HENRY MILLER
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Click image for extracts from O'Brien's work and related links on the Hellshaw website; to visit the Introduction to Flann O'Brien website, click here or for related books on Amazon, click hereKEN KESEY
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SELECTED POETRY by Michael Internicola
'I WAS WRONG TO TALK TO YOU THAT WAY TODAY MOMMA'
i can never find the words
to say what i'm feeling inside
but that's gonna kill me when you die.
i want you to know i love you and if we
can't be friends in this life for whatever
reasons then that's just the way it is for us.
it doesn't mean i love you any less.
i always thought you deserved better
than me and what you had. i wish i
could talk to you but maybe we're just too different
or maybe it's me like it always is.
it's bullshit of me to be like that but it's
harder because i don't know why.
can only say i love you, dear.
sweet dreams before work tomorrow.
i can never say the right things.
she walks bent
over a little bit
on blankets of snow
and she likes to
laugh and she wants to be in love
more than anything else in this world.
her favorite dish is some steak number
i can't pronounce and she wears
a watch from tiffany's
that her father gave her when she was twenty one years old.
she walks bent
over a little bit
on blankets of snow
and she likes to
laugh and she wants to be in love
more than anything else in this world
and she stands by that love or no love and always smiles.
she's the stem that holds up everything beautiful
like her pink toe nails or the tango.
'I'M A 32 YEAR OLD MAN AND YOU'RE A 26 YEAR OLD WOMAN'
I told her i'd be doing a reading and she said
she'd be in back with a whoopee cushion. i asked
her if she still packed her panties in ziploc bags
and she told me not to mock it. she turned her
head to cough and i spit on the floor. she told
me it was what it was and i said it was for now.
i grew a beard and she made a face. i waited
patiently and she went to santa barbara without
me. she moved to a new apartment and so did i.
i worked on another book and she got a boyfriend.
she landed a job travelling around the globe and i got
another gig at a cowboy bar. she made fake love
last night while i bagged another whore. she had a cocktail
with friends and i drank 15 belvedere dirty rocks
all by myself. she went to bed at 10:37 and got
up at 5:23 in the morning. i went to bed at
5:23 and got up at 10:37 at night. she kissed him
good bye and didn't cry. i kissed my pillows good
bye and cried a little. she heard silence and i heard her
breathing. she said life is great and i wondered what
the hell was going on. she'd been everywhere once and loved it.
i been everywhere twice and hated it both times.
i looked around nyc and just figured there was no other place to move
to.
i told her i would never marry her
and she said there was no future. she said i
would be famous and i turned all our
pictures face down in the apartment. nobody
paid attention to her life. nobody
was reading my shit. i promised my baby i would keep her rolling
and show her the world but she said she didn't want that kind of life
anymore.
i promised my baby things.
when i'm looking at undefeatable odds all by myself and
she never was able to understand the writing.
when i'm digging in hotel drawers looking for cash left behind and i
close
my eyes
all i need is love sometimes.
all i need is love.
one time a girl i was seeing
surprised me by stopping by
with a friend. i was writing
with headphones on and didn't
even hear them enter. they scared
the fuck out of me. that was the
best room i ever had. playboy
centerfolds on the wall. stacks
of books by the best authors
known to man. some shitty single
mattress i laid out in the corner
where no good woman with half
a brain would want to bed down
on. the room had character. gatorade
bottles full of urine. toilet paper for
napkins. some 13 inch piece of shit
black and white that needed a wrench
to turn the stations. the owner of the
house was mafia. he got stabbed seventy
seven times and died on the front
porch. i made love to the words so
many times in that room the four
years i lived there. the neighbors were
vulgar. the heater worked shitty but
i liked it alright. anyway, the girl was showing
me off. i was really a writer,
"michael, this is debbie."-i turned around
in my chair and smiled softly. i didn't
say nothing. it was my turn to scare the
fuck out of them.
i sit in the dark. stare at myself in
the mirror smoking a short one. the mini
bar is full. i fucked the same honey two
nights in a row. i shit out the 89 bhat
all you can eat. i vomit after that. i
really do and the rubber broke again.
i only gave her 600. i can't shake the
dirtiness off my body. it's insurmountable.
there are thousands of reasons why i
need a new love but i can't think of any from
here. there's too much action outside. shit
loads of whores working the beer gardens for
10 to 20 dollars fucks. my honey's got a
little girl who asked me what happened to
my hair. i tell her the wind blew it off.
my head is pink and peeling. i'm almost
showing brain or i'm turning into an alien.
the girls call me king kong because i'm
hairy. i sit in the dark and stare at
my face. i have no funds at all. i
can't keep a job for shit and honey left
her roses in a glass of water. that's
the only pretty thing in the room. hi five
hotel in pattaya, thailand. fuck
new york. fuck it's cold and hipster
fuck crowd. fuck fake poets and actors
and other writers. fuck the good girl in
a bad spot. fuck the 21 year old
jibby screwed into the ground. fuck the
way your looking at me. fuck asking her
if she's tired during sex. she'll only tell me she's
the champion and want it all night long instead.
i don't know any writers
really. i know kids who want to write,
who try to write,
who shouldn't be writing.
the circle is small.
doesn't seem justified with the amount of books in space.
one time i met a woman in a book store
who said it took her twelve years to finish
her novel and that was only the first draft.
i see poets on broadway jumping
around and showboatin' how tough
it is but i'm not sure if they're suffering.
real suffering doesn't connect to anybody but yourself.
fact is i don't want to meet any writers.
they can't be in my head or in my room
so what's the fucking difference.
i don't want to join a book club
or take classes with house wives or rich kids.
don't want to help others learn how to
send the shit out or clap at poetry readings
when i'm really not feeling it. can't say i'll
have much in common with a published writer either.
fuck if they want to come back to the private hell
and give me an opinion about what's going on.
i feel no bond with anybody there.
i respect the solitude and signifigance of the craft too much to care
about
anybody but me. if that sounds selfish get used to it.
spit farther than anybody you know.
that's how i know it has to be.
THE BLACK CROWES - The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion
LED ZEPPELIN - 5/26/77
PEARL JAM - YieldClick image to visit the Pearl Jam Ten Club website; to read about the band on the Sony website, click here or for related music on Amazon, click here
STONE TEMPLE PILOTS - Core
THE RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS - Blood Sugar Sex MagikClick image to visit the official Red Hot Chili Peppers website; to read an interview with the band on the NY Rock website, click here or for related music on Amazon, click here
TEMPLE OF THE DOG - Temple of the Dog
SOUNDGARDEN - Down on the UpsideClick image to visit the Unofficial Soundgarden Homepage; to read 'Louder With Love: The Kim Thayil Interview' on the VH1 website, click here or for related music on Amazon, click here
GOV'T MULE - Vol. 1
MILES DAVIS - Kind of BlueClick image to visit the Unofficial Soundgarden Homepage; for the Cool is Forever Miles Davis site, click here or for related music on Amazon, click here
HENRY MILLER
HUNTER S. THOMPSON
PAUL AUSTER
FLANN O'BRIEN
KEN KESEY
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
TOM WOLFE
JAMES BALDWIN
VLADIMIR NABOKOV
