words by dominic riccitello

a year and two
feeling your fumes
crying in coffins
i’m drunk in a subway
crying to the tune
of your ears in my mouth
swallowing your heart
in a void i felt warm

i die in your arms
in shadows i might
calling forth for light i harvest
in truth you cry
tears around your mouth
with a tongue in horror
you feel when you’re gone

   

i give lemons for life
accept lemons i might
but i squeeze in queue
cry in booths
where whores ring blue

    

i dance in purple
fly to wisdom
sad is a peak
in echoes i peak
running in might i see

 

i spoke your name on a candle
a feminine moon night
monday i cried
i still hear your voice
between the thighs i touch
love you b
but honey look
i’m flying
and you’re nowhere in sight