Show me what you mean by spirit
Of salvation
I hooked the holy ghost
On Black Tar Heroin
Poor thing turned angel dust
Into amethyst
Omelette
Of pterodactyl scrambled
Reread the preamble: yams and saviors
Get mashed into potatoes
The lamb presented, Revelation
Of innards
I suspect only God
Is perfect
But I don’t believe
In those beasts
You can see how it makes things easier:
I don’t need
Meaning
I’d like an explanation
The mass conflagration
Of oxygen molecules
Gone combustible
Ceasing
Sorry to expose
These explicit aspects
That are Her cessation
Show me exactly where this supposed spirit
Exists lives shits and sleeps
I have pitchforks and torches
Soon I’ll have your weapon
When it’s released
From Evidence Collections
I have a long list
Of smoldering questions, counterpoints
A fomenting yearn
To replicate destruction
And an unwavering
Understanding
I can’t advance
Without burying myself alive
In this highly human
Infinite moment
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From rural Michigan, Nicholas Alti is a bartender in Atlanta who holds an MFA from The University of Alabama. He is interested in horror, arcana, silliness, and surrealism. His poetry is in The Horror Zine, BlazeVOX, Poet Lore, Red Ogre Review, and elsewhere. Find all his published work at 3bluntzatonce.com.
- About the Author
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From rural Michigan, Nicholas Alti is a bartender in Atlanta who holds an MFA from The University of Alabama. He is interested in horror, arcana, silliness, and surrealism. His poetry is in The Horror Zine, BlazeVOX, Poet Lore, Red Ogre Review, and elsewhere. Find all his published work at 3bluntzatonce.com.