words by dominic riccitello

and i see them
ocean standby
with withered feathers
a broken pillow
oasis stature
i’m dying inside
for something to realize
it was nothing more
than what it was
my imagination
in limbo
seeking to occupy
emotions for loneliness
men in might
floating with satellites
out of an orbit
i used to memorize
like their hair in the wind
from the shower
with dripping water
conversing under
drowning in horror
of shower heads
in strangers motel rooms
i pretend
so the fumes won’t catch
and all of this
was just in my head