words by dominic riccitello

calling on angels
for their worth in you
deepened moments of dark blue truth
sadness in rolling greens
behind mountains of your teeth
false laughter in our time
broken by ribs of men in dire honesty
we’re screaming in black and white
dark lines paint the room
grooving in different moods
stroking the view of your eyes in mine
blinded by inconsistency
toxicity in your fuel
running on nickels and dimes
coffee beans and broken rhymes
where things make sense
eyes caressed our souls in innocence
between graves of where we slept
sheetless nights before i
and i talk in symbols
to create nice instead of traumatic
but themes fit our mood
panic fills the room
nostalgia sets in
and minds create sadness
for broken men in sheets
lacking dire honesty