dance dance dance ghoul sing ghoul be by Nicholas Alti

dance dance dance ghoul sing ghoul be

Nicholas Alti

there’s no modern parable
for us newer ghouls
how dust is just
the moon in pieces &
when immolated, we
can’t see new light.
there are ways
to silence molecules &
ghouls not that I can give
wings to prayers
& bring them to quarries
to hang by hooks but I
don’t think songs
sung can ever
exist in voids &
any dance made
from a heart
has moved one too,
but the moon
is just dust &
our friends are
all ghouls or
probably molecules.
the sun less happy
than last summer
or when there
were not only
kisses but blushes
not simply revelry but
wanting to be happy.
so here,
I have made it
dark enough for
a modest light
to be like being okay
or at least a pier
extending into
some warm lake
so here,
this jar of moon
made just for you.

Nicholas Alti From the depths of the rural Midwest, Nicholas Alti is a disabled depressive with trigeminal neuralgia, poor timing, and a long criminal history. He enjoys all things nebulous and anomalous or otherwise bizarre. Recent yowls have found homes at Puerto del Sol, PULP Literature, Trailer Park Quarterly, grimoire, and Ghost City Review.

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