words by dominic riccitello

Jun 20, 2014

in queue

whispered with deep brown eyes
i love you, but i’m not here anymore
a symphony of cries intertwined with a new disguise
always so wise, always rolled snake eyes

standing afar, i realize once and for all
i was hovering a bomb and i asked for it all
demise was a surprise, demise brought highs
i brought lows, i wish you could know

high as a kite, such a sad sight
pulling the break, running the red
gonna end up dead, but before you shed — i’ve already been dead
this was only a queue

life was swell, i gave it hell
sat in my mind, thought one day i might
cried here and there, wrote a hundred journals
lived in a lonely autumn with letters upon letters
i was fallen and everyone was foreign
holding the walls of my coffin, but i promise i never rotted

now all i ever wanted — with the wind
in austin, just look for the cotton
i still think of you ever so often
Jun 19, 2014

never thought twice

in the sand i lay
find things that bring pain
in and out, circles around
playing about town
we’re going down

smoke with me, die with me
my hands are at my knees begging please
with the bees, baby
heart’s on freeze

it was saturday night
everything’s alright
your hands, sudden simmer
a glimmer under the sky
i feel alright, this is nice

but i never thought twice
never figured you were bad
that i’d think why, wake and cry
i realize that things can go awry, that people need to get by
but july, everything — now i’m invisible and my emotions
everything is rather typical of you
it’s always pitiful and lyrical
i just hope i won’t always be so miserable
Jun 19, 2014

santa monica and westmount

mid-june, a coffee shop window
‘round eight or so
gaze a few
covered in sweat, my reflection
your eyes seduction

no lies this time
i’m not blue
your glow, you said to
i’m with the flow, yet moving slow

gaze again, but realize it wasn’t
i only idolized an idea of you
you were never true
it was never supposed to be you
Jun 18, 2014

this is hell

this feels nice, the blood drips
i can feel my life leaving this skin

rather than thin, the blade cut deep
i float free, soul still needs
i arrive as they contrive
but there’s no help in hell

skin in the air, the feeling of dry, spikes and night
there’s no tears here — all your fears, they’re in the air
they laugh, taunt and appear as you try to steer clear
but the spears through your heart and the afterlife becomes à la carte

fixed upon days, the empty street
now the fire burns me
underneath a shaded tree, but there’s no light here
my dear, how i’ve become a puppeteer
playing with thoughts that aren’t so clear

long gone from we’re
drinking a bottle of everclear somewhere under the stars
rolling with wars in my mind
i see you everywhere, but you’re one of a kind

i swear i’m not blind — i swear, i swear
twinkle of the night
the wind sweeps, tonight i’m free
the blood drips with the everclear
Jun 17, 2014

tunnel to another

death is not scary, you see
for you have been there before
black like sea
we’re souls searching to be

our orbs afloat
we sing another note
we’re not alone
we learn, we atone, we find our zone

go on
you were here
just a few ago
Jun 17, 2014

from the ocean floor

a drip of the night
sometime after midnight
eyes glance, auras attract
six years and a mile apart

a few pass, you arrive
one or two, can’t remember the time
you tell your friends
i’m a good guy, conservative and proper

never would’ve guessed
i don’t live with regrets
god, you made me sweat
such a nervous wreck

but i think back
play in the psychology
look at the dark black
our souls, your control

it was all, it was certainly supposed to be
regardless chance, the glance, my stance
the way you tried to kiss, how i pulled away
laughed, wrote those words
ended up with your neck

the words you said, your green glasses
the chances, the broken wine glasses
i live by chance and our last dance
us two – transplants from the same town
that just happened to intertwine
living by two different sounds

the libra that lived by his own venus
my visa had expired and the midnight romance had seethed
it was our titanic – i’m just happy i had the chance
to stay that one night with you, regardless the frantic, the tragic
i felt atlantis and it was climactic
Jun 16, 2014

truly

i loved you, i did
but that’s all in the past
the one think i ask, let me let go

i don’t remember the first place
your assistants name
your voice is hard
but your eyes, i remember the rain

i remember days, the words, the ways, the moments
most details – i’m on it
but the danger, the failure – i’m not okay
i say words that speak of you

on occasion i remember the table
everything’s on paper, but i would never
no matter the weather, i promise forever
your eyes are more than words can speak
your nose brings me to my knees
i miss you more than any words could speak

i often wonder if you think of me when you’re bored
if a light opens the door and you wonder once more
the possibility of another, does that bring a stutter?
i’m sorry, even though i don’t owe an apology
Jun 15, 2014

when everyone needs you, but you

on my back, legs in the air
it’s not what you think
the story of how this came to be
it’s not that i sleep, i don’t sleep

i lie, let it be
i don’t greet anything
i’m not always on my knees
i plead, it’s not what you think

they laugh when i speak
but it’s not easy when everyone-
they speed, they need
but i am not me, i’m not what they think

lick my lips, they think
it’s all metaphorical in a sense
but i don’t have senses — anymore
i’m not a whore

life was free, now they greet
i’m supposed to be, i’m supposed to be
but i don’t think anyone understands
me
Jun 14, 2014

under the honey moon

nothing but honey, the blood’s running
my knife, all is well
the blade feels warm, back to fuzzy
the taste is bitter – sweet

the scene, you on your knees
i watch you plead – please, please, please
you speak, you scream
i see you

eyes roll back, i go black
in and out of rage, you scream my name
welcome to the game
you’re on your knees in such pain

you beg, you say anything
but i sit back, bask in the glory of reign
it’s pouring rain, but the rain’s blood
your veins open for me

won’t see you for another hundred
you’ll remember my name, but the game
it’s not over
i’ll pick a clover, wish upon another

i’ll swoon, pull the knife and you won’t think twice
i’ll be you, you’ll be me and this time
under the night sky, i’ll call you honey and look at the moon
i’ll look down, the blood will be running and one day
they’ll call it the honey moon
Jun 13, 2014

gardens on fire

i am the tree with the ground you walk
i’m every step of life you acquire
i look back and i think i might-
i do, i do
i love you more than ice and fire and all the elements we require
i’ve fought for you, died for you, just to be belittled by you

your presence fills the air
you’re everywhere even when i’m not there
kiss your hair, imagining you standing so imminent
i’m afraid i’ll awake and end it

but the dreams are evil and we’re back to medieval
times are low, everything’s broke
the tree’s on fire and i’m a sudden joke
it burns, the steps take notice
i look beyond, the lotus’ are on fire

life suddenly conspires, the choir sings
the bees are on fire and i’m lost without desire
the garden’s burning and my bourbon’s yearning
everything’s turning, everything’s burning
i’m lost, i’m living in exhaust
i’m gone, i’m gone-
i’m really gone