Mythos Kinetics

I would go to war with everyone if more than harm

could come. I could plead at the feet of a lesser deity 

for retaining joy as red clay might a small jawbone. 

Deeply hominid, quaint and obliging: still awe—

fully of love and smarmy delights to offer. 

All fully in love, I could leave forever,

wasted as the praying that delays sleep.

Naked sweat: beyond the tripwire are pariahs

twisting in mania about renditions of Golgotha

prodding any slaughtered icon to resurrect.

More than harm, it’s curious to remember 

how to plead at the feet of someone to forgive 

what is mine to loathe or scrutinize.

To satiate the curious, I have wiped off any evidence.  

Cool me down. And if you decide to get your hands dirty, 

plant me in shade under where the heavy pariahs hanged.

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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. Recent poetry from Nicholas is in or forthcoming in The Horror Zine, Main Squeeze Literary Journal, Vagabond City, Red Ogre Review, and Star*Line.