words by dominic riccitello

Jun 12, 2014

across the highway

why didn’t you say
you said
i don’t know
i lie, grip, try to find some sort of incline
fell so behind in means of life

it’s like when you die and everyone cries
but this time no one knows
you’re down and life’s a joke

they poke, but our bags already packed
on the tracks waiting for it to end
it rains, you think back
god it’s bittersweet the way i kissed your teeth

beneath it all, the beauty lies within
i admit i’ve sinned
i admit i could never resist
but this, i’ve driven and life is morbid

i’m out of orbit and my organs
splattered across the highway
wondering why you’re still alive and why
i could never fly away
Jun 11, 2014

bittersweet realization

you’re in my dreams
you’re so deep
occasionally i check your weather
sit back, “pull it together”

sometimes i feel you near
feel your laugh as you see the leather
sad to say, i see you as the center
everything else is just a dresser

the pressure, the sweater
how i sought a treasure and lost my shelter
it’s all never, it was all for pleasure
my letter, essentially a joke

it was all baroque
broke the egg and took the yolk
one day i’ll awake, have a stroke
awake and think of you
forget it was gone — remember the bomb

my sudden thoughts, where are you?
sit confused as i find you fused
remember your smooth, the way i loved you
unconditionally to say
the days, the way, all the words

another life, another time
some cafe around may
you’ll sway and an array of emotions will leave me frozen
i’ll remember the ocean, the motions and all the devotion
i’ll stand there, read you a poem and realize i never lost him
Jun 10, 2014

but will you miss

runnin’, thinkin’ without reason
playing in dry season i can’t keep ‘em
i flea with them, hold them and die-
for them

no ones aggression understands
but i hold back, i’ve got this
smell the abyss, understand that maybe-

the blood trickles, i’m fickle
whisper, just listen
it’s that simple
as i hold my knife and hope that one day
he’ll miss ‘em
Jun 9, 2014

venice way like it was yesterday

just thinking of you
life is good, occasionally blue
wish it were you that i could turn to
you’re probably somewhere in peru
miss the lather, shampoo through fingers
sitting, reminiscing across dinner
you’d ask what i was looking at
eyes and all, highs and gone
thank you
i’m just passing through
Jun 8, 2014

a sunday

a few feet
you and your creed
wish i had you at my feet
remember these, i plead
come to me, come to me

lying with sand – my eyes
a book atop, hands beside
i show restraint with you at bay
words i say, you let them play

i hate, i hate-
you’re the only need, but you seethe
laugh without any grief
one day i hope you need
maybe not me

i hope the ocean sweeps
the hand you hold stops, looks back
plays the game and leaves you at bay
just so you know how i felt
back on that sunday
Jun 7, 2014

a bad obsession

i often find that words, i can’t speak
i write, but words come and go as they please
always so frequent, i ask
how i’d love to bask, never have to ask, doubt
but for some reason my words are always in drought

i float, some nonexistent water of a fashion
i walk with caution as i have compassion
but people slip with rotation and i can’t seem to keep
no need for me to plead, so i lift my glasses, take a peak
i see, boy, i see

i keep my pace, float with days
the reactions, unbelievably, i’m old-fashioned
ask the last, he could go on in a variety of ways
but so stuck in a satisfaction of innocence i let go of things in an instant

my only defense is my own virtue
so i sit in my circle and float for eternal
because, unfortunately
a first never comes again
Jun 6, 2014

june

june first blues
the way i remember you
your mind, the way we-
regardless, i find time

wish it went, that i didn’t mind
but when you know, you know
maybe two aren’t supposed to last
that two are only supposed to attract
for a moment

time brings us together and leaves us nonetheless
i don’t have regrets, i don’t kiss the necks of many
even when i was twenty, i always knew where to place a penny
maybe you’re not ready

yet i sit, i’m waiting
i have days where you vary
days where i live vicariously through memories
but like i said, i wouldn’t for anything

back to breakfast at tiffany’s and a summertime night
where we sit in the cemetery
i treasure forever, professor
the weather, the pressure, the way i know “never”
how you’re probably somewhere in denver

the sound of music plays, i’m gone with the wind
i go from june, to july, to august, september and your birthday
these months kill as much as you
so i lie back, remember the different shades of blue
try to mend you
Jun 5, 2014

i told you

i’m a freshman criminal that disregards all things biblical
you play principal as i stay invisible
always unconditional, i play fool, you play you

just a god, walking the ocean, playing with stars that aren’t his
while i hang around bars hoping i might bump into him
i freak, at my knees, not you
eleven, eleven, i plead, it’s you i can’t see

we run parallel, never seeing another
i stay afar where as you move without regard
all the years, the stairs, the wars in my mind
keep you at the door, while i lie on the floor
wondering if i could’ve kept you at least once more

i walk, move, shake with earthquakes
it’s you i wake for, it’s you i sleep for
i stand at the door, wondering whether to open or leave shut
and kiss you goodbye so this world war is no more
Jun 4, 2014

nwhtywab

your face
the way your tattoos
grove with you
move into
out of you

no need for dates
wipe your face
lick your lips
skipped third base

never would have guessed
press your chest
we go, you go
you sing the blues

back to your home
your vacation blues
just a cruise
another screw
Jun 3, 2014

6/2/2014

music soars, fears are short
doors wide, reminiscent of time
i sit, write
think of days where you were mine

a poem for you, a thousand more
god, shut the fucking door
are you still alive?
haven’t heard of you in awhile

too much terror to check
somewhere, laid on a deck
early june
the waters cold, blood rushes
fingers begin to prune

a wreck in the sea
the salt stings
baby i’ve got wings
a guardian angel for you

the blue, the you, the way i love you
end of time, it’s no crime
flip a dime, kiss your slime
wish you could mime my mind
that we could go back in time
that you would be mine