words by dominic riccitello

i know the words i said too soon
how the owls glide in the mist of the moon
we sung of birds in the night
two wine, three wine, bottles on the ground
kitchen’s a disaster, the twisted memories of broken glasses
i used to paint his face in technicolor
but oceans fade and tides pull
fists in the air and walls without ladders
i touch his face
have you ever felt a body, but it took you to another place
to dance in the ocean of his being
tangled in vain i couldn’t see
took a pill to breathe, alcohol became suddenly
toxins take our youth
we become blind in the eyes of our love
parallelograms and poetry never quite mix
you and i never made sense