words by dominic riccitello

i’m lying on ends of night
twisting turns on beds that once felt nice
i kissed the hands of many like wet malachite
and i twirl in and out
taking photos with my mind
i’m lying in a coma and it seems all but right
making lefts to take edges
words and rhythm, wealth seems to be nothing
to tango in the thought of everything
it’s so tempting to be on flight
i twirl in power, but feel no emotion
i talk in tongues because they can’t feel the feeling of this
to understand what this is
and i take no thoughts to bed
it feels like a coma, it’s so dark in here
and i bare the thought to speak
i rhyme in pure poetry
to die like this would be my heaven
to take the feeling of flying
to touch the air would be something
the clock ticks and the corners keep pulling
have you ever fallen asleep in pure hostility?
that’s what this feels like
to break in edges
to break beds
to smash plates at walls
the power to feel it all
but say nothing
i dance in my emotions
a drug to feel something
hidden sentences in paragraphs i said
the humming is all but haunting
words i said did come crushing
yet it was far too long, far too fast
a million miles too stretched
the oceans once spoke
and i listened to everything