words by dominic riccitello

Aug 4, 2014

food for thought

he smells like jersey and tastes like whiskey
the way he holds gravity in which the world needs
how he disembarks after he plants the seed
lives in his own world of greed and fatigue

the places i’ve been and the moments i’ve witnessed
i’ve never seen someone hold their world with so much please
i laugh a sarcastic tune just thinking of you
he calls you boo while i call you shades of black
the way you feel, the cracks, how you intentionally make creases

you run because you grew, who knew you’d go so soon
float with high noon as you swoon like you did in june
lying in bed, fan in my face – you loved the pace
laughing with grace, never knowing what he had or what he could’ve gained

our flames thrived, but you’ve had your fun while it had its time
a few words – food for thought
what happens when gravity folds, you lie gone and your death is a lingering call that just so happened to stand too tall?
Aug 3, 2014

I love and I lust and it really doesn’t matter if they love me back because sometimes that’s what love is.

words by dominic riccitello
Aug 2, 2014

becoming the tiger

i see you vividly which questions my sanity
but i know i’m not crazy because crazy doesn’t know insane
it’s not the rain, it’s not the shade and it’s not the fire brigade at your step
yes, sometimes i am the mouse while you’re the tiger
i trust as you thrust top-shelf bullshit through your mouth

i remember north and how i cried at south
the way i ran through mountains without knowing the route
lost without a compass while you were columbus or just an undercover buccaneer holding all my fears

a response is all i asked – nothing more
yet you knew war like i knew the door
i ask, i call, i float the shore looking for answers that lead to abyss
occasionally i see you, but i know it’s not you
i know your hair, your skin, your scent and every part of your being

they say i adore, but i lust for a memory of what once was
it was never you, it might’ve been the moment, how we danced
the way i basked, the way i knew chance
we were just a tidal in the eve waiting for the dark to take over

but i know one day over my shoulder
i’ll remember october to my closure, the exposure and our moment
older and older, but the coaster will be over
my home, my love, my nova, as you know, i will be sober
your odor will linger, but it’ll no longer be at your leisure
Aug 1, 2014

“I’m still here.”
"I know. You know how we’d be at dinner, I would just laugh and you’d ask what? I just always liked looking at you.

lunch with my ex
words by dominic riccitello
Jul 31, 2014

beyond the willow

leave like we never met, like you never left
disappear, only committing theft
your respect, our moment, now long gone and what’s left is only the silhouette
did he reject, leave you dumb and in love, drunk only to succumb?
still are, look at your eyes — closeup, yellow with a blue echo

still a good fellow, regardless my psycho
my falsetto as i sit under the willow
a tune for you, the meadow as i wait for you
the memo sits as the shadow stays
our echo narrows and your pillow begins to fill
tears, long lost years, you can no longer repair

i’m sorry, my dear
a few hundred years, we’re back, a random cashier
look at your hair, our eyes meet, the aura connects
you remember and it becomes everclear
but this time i’m not queer, just an engineer as my wife stands near
a tear appears for all those walls you could never recall
whisper, but i mumble
bread and butter, love you forever, my brother
Jul 30, 2014

a lost soul

you’re a black hole that swallowed me whole
rippled with such imperfections, never hearing the word perfect
you bite the necks of many with an effect that gives nothing
i suspect you reject and retain the neglect that once hurt

a bird with a damaged wing, a boy that lives on his box spring
you live in flings and from swing to swing
the boy that’ll never comprehend the meaning of a ring
he sees, but with eyes and feels without a mind

the one that tried to find, the one that hides from emotions of what once was
he rejects the emotions that linger beneath
a sea of mismatched feelings while staring at ceilings
they say he’ll die without revealing love and that his life is a performance

the choir sings and the chorus fills with torment
he places one foot in front of the other, ignores his mother as he lives in one color
but his brother has and is what he wants
a love for something other than his own like the words i said on the 25th

thank you for showing me i can love another more than myself
but he looks me in the eye and says he wish he knew the same
from that day, i knew his ways, the moments and life was beautiful
that he might be sad, but he’s not bad — just a lost soul that hasn’t been shown
Jul 29, 2014

You have my heart, but I don’t know what you want with it.

words by dominic riccitello
Jul 28, 2014

all hallows’ eve

i dreamt of you every night
to watch your soul die within my arms
they write songs about the one that got away
i remember the day, the moment i took your life and held upon it

the angels float, the demons look from down low
i once felt whole, but looking at the moon — i knew
i could take your life and never think twice
the way you held those walls, how you threw the ball

i’m not small and petit, i don’t stand at your knees
i won’t kiss your feet, but i’ll romp in your heat
in the eve, i’ll kill with sweet revenge
it’ll be halloween when i take your spleen and lick the blood
obscene the way i slice your achilles and ask you to walk
how i’ll sew your mouth and then ask you to talk
the way you did when you dragged me around the block
just to watch like a hawk
Jul 27, 2014

Did the flames thrive and my eyes speak truth? Was my fire not enough for you?

words by dominic riccitello
Jul 26, 2014

You drive me crazy,” he said passionately as my lips caressed his neck.
“But instead of sticking around, he ran away and after that moment, I never knew if it was his crazy or mine.

words by dominic riccitello

food for thought

becoming the tiger

beyond the willow

a lost soul

all hallows’ eve