Nicholas Alti
Flotsam
i.
the bones are in theory there to later break under kinder bodies
so want is less kinetic than previously thought / how a howl is a sacrifice you offer to an empty
but it isn’t so massive / it’s not to suggest a coldness between beloveds / a disregarding of giving
the blood is in theory there to later seep out & make warm kinder bodies
ii.
the lake is a facedown god----- a wanting that blossoms from wave crests-----a severe need
to touch the small of a lying god’s back----- & with your tongue-----once again-----
to keep it intact------ in orchestrating hope or in dissolving desire------absolutes only
the placid lake lovely, we’re wetter in water than heaven----- we’ve all been
there-----on the docks when we shouldn’t of-----with who we should never of-----
doing what we knew only not to whisper----- an alchemy immensely tactile & still
I can’t tell you when to sin-----or why----- I can only show you how to dwindle-----
you take this, my ache-----& this, my cloudy view of heaven----- you drop it & walk away-----
you kindly dismantle an acre of night----- an aperture in bleakness in which dwells the possible
iii.
so bones are in theory there to allow you something to hold onto
the body the sea you’re cast out to & the debris you cling to in storms
but it storms again & this is waves beyond waves & to each you mouth sorry
the heart is in theory there to wish you farewell
iv.
& it is so massive, the going away
the bones are in theory there to later break under kinder bodies
so want is less kinetic than previously thought / how a howl is a sacrifice you offer to an empty
but it isn’t so massive / it’s not to suggest a coldness between beloveds / a disregarding of giving
the blood is in theory there to later seep out & make warm kinder bodies
ii.
the lake is a facedown god----- a wanting that blossoms from wave crests-----a severe need
to touch the small of a lying god’s back----- & with your tongue-----once again-----
to keep it intact------ in orchestrating hope or in dissolving desire------absolutes only
the placid lake lovely, we’re wetter in water than heaven----- we’ve all been
there-----on the docks when we shouldn’t of-----with who we should never of-----
doing what we knew only not to whisper----- an alchemy immensely tactile & still
I can’t tell you when to sin-----or why----- I can only show you how to dwindle-----
you take this, my ache-----& this, my cloudy view of heaven----- you drop it & walk away-----
you kindly dismantle an acre of night----- an aperture in bleakness in which dwells the possible
iii.
so bones are in theory there to allow you something to hold onto
the body the sea you’re cast out to & the debris you cling to in storms
but it storms again & this is waves beyond waves & to each you mouth sorry
the heart is in theory there to wish you farewell
iv.
& it is so massive, the going away
Biography
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From rural Michigan, Nicholas Alti is an optimistic depressive with trigeminal neuralgia, poor timing, an extensive criminal history, & a modest criminal record. Recent yowls have found homes at Puerto del Sol, Really System, FRiGG, The /temz/ Review, and Always Crashing. He currently resides in Alabama.
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