words by dominic riccitello

birds and boats
sleepless holes
hearts upon beds
sheets left dead

we lied a tune
a song of sultry
three times too rough
beyond the road, the willow
the sign that said enough

we licked our sheets
flew with bees
stood upon roses
but stung our hearts on a stone
that left us jaded

the walls we held
hearts that if only
we were otherworldly
but sadly, just a ‘64 mustang
that could only