words by dominic riccitello

i weave through his spine
on a crescent moon night
screaming beneath the twilight
to stand on shells or break the fall
he tangos a heart as he tastes like alcohol
trembling with fault 
his eyes flip to the back of his head
he’s singing a song i used to sway with
i’m banging the gong
screaming for a touch of a god
to handle my edges
bring palms of magic
he’s dropping bombs
he’s feeling it all
he’s dancing like a black swan
and i stand with intensity
feet forward and face without horror
he swings his words 
whips with force
 
have you ever taken abuse from a muse
turned it into fuel
tasted his edges
tattooed the pain
and created
magnitude?