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chip n glass

Posted in Uncategorized on October 7, 2012 by tony saputo

the older i become
the more
i drink
and the less i care
to ever




remember me

Posted in playing with matches and pissin' the bed on October 6, 2012 by tony saputo

in shit we all gaze for moments
time calls and leaves as she wishes
lucidity awake appears and dis
still here

when a man has shadows for home
all you need is light
from every angle
to never be see again

remember me?
remember me.

all it takes is the beginning



i started walking without a limp.

Posted in a walk through the deep end of nothingness, collecting ours, i'm afraid of americans, lost in these purposes and collecting ours on November 19, 2011 by tony saputo

reinsert to the callous programming
characterizing by the value quo
perishing because i see the end

yeah, i took a while
transfered the energy
whiskey and imposed stubs drained the friends

now i remain a statue before this door
manipulating more gusto and capacity than ever shown
i have no where else to go but forward

hold on you motherfuckers, i am just starting

you will stab me without knowing why
you will hit me when i have bestowed my good graces
you will call me villain

this is the american dream
and you will not see it
until it all collapses

transfer nothing
dilute nothing
sacrifice nothing
occupy everything
we are not fighting just for us anymore


Posted in whore-to-culture on July 15, 2011 by tony saputo

quickening i fall short
sail through roots, embers, and the forgotten leaves
turn to mud scrape nails into earth
and come back out with the blood on my hands

i drink, eat, and shit evil everywhere
where have i come from?
where am i headed ?
all this just to bleed and spit bile for a few days
destroy me

Posted in Uncategorized on November 30, 2010 by tony saputo

collapse and sustain the never ending fall…
but i long to see that surface come closer
beating down my opticals
telling me i am a filthy liar
spitting blood in between my crooked teeth

i long to drink the blood of cities, countries, worlds
but will suffice for a single heartbeat in the dreary nothingness of it all

if red wine, whiskey, and sex are the borderlines of my civilization
then paint me black, gray, and white, with genocide as a shading
i fear no man, no thing, and am waiting to meet the god who strikes me down

mousey hole

Posted in i'm afraid of americans, what the hell is wrong with me?, whore-to-culture on June 18, 2010 by tony saputo

and there it is in the small cell
the small forced hole in the wall
existing  just adjacent to the colliding force of each corner
hollowed out, dark, but somehow looming
staring directly at you as a mournful yawning tick, a dreary edifice reminiscing of each and every loss
come to the light of day through patient gnawing intertwined through necessity
the rodential, damn parasitic nature of it all mocking and counting down days to months to years

today a girl tells me she is lonely
lost in the wrappings of her past twenty something years
walking in the hands of a man
a father, a friend, a lover, a muse, and a disease ridden predator….
it does not matter
they really are all parts of the same beast
but the masculine identities are nearly another curtain for the illusion, the smoke and mirrors, or hell, possibly the smoking gun if you learn to really look at it directly
it really is all the same

for after all, who does not exist in these rooms
stuffing all the passed up ambitions, unspoken notions, regrets, apologetic self persuasions, and terrors in every hole we can
in every ear that will actually listen
on the billboards down the freeways
in the silence of the writing
in the sickness of violence
on the headlines of televisions
in the tones of our hellos
in the speck of our hopelessness
on the faces of every last dollar bill
in the dreams of our ancestors
on the tongues of bigots, politicians,  drunks, and womanizers
in the actions of harlots, barflies, and the beautiful people
on the shame in our very sex
in the drooling fangs of humanity
in the holes of our walls
exist our real fears

today a girl tells me she is lonely
tomorrow i will say nothing and watch yet another soul solve a lifetime of honest work with the perpetual downfall of a five minute solution

fit me out

Posted in exploding heart, Uncategorized, what the hell is wrong with us on May 27, 2010 by tony saputo

forthright, it is the callous worn around our very hearts that wear me down
the selfish calypso collapsing on the rhythm and beats of the bourgeoisie
the liquor dripping from the teeth of the fake smiles
the absorbency of a self righteous demeanor
the want of it all

laugh away your cares
dilute your Julius disasters
consume yourselves away
away from me

we are all fitting in, making plans, setting it all up
but damn it to hell, i sure like being the missing piece