Alistair Plint

As the sun beats
ultra-violet rays
whip
her soft-pink
...

The hail beats the tin roof of this old house
like a previous century stoning
the ice crashing on the corrugated steel
is reminiscent of a
...

Dumped the television
only six months
back
It was filling my mind
...

i)
Dried rose petals
fascinate me
The delicate death
...

When the rules of the game
change
on the blood exchange
All eyes staring
...

When my dad
handed
his life support ticket in
We cried
...

my woman
curled up, close enough to know
her heart beat has timing;
arm crossing chest
...

Awoke in the normal
manner [of surprise]
Alarm singing chinese
mobile tunes like an
...

She fills the
bed
perfectly;
almost foetal
...

As her leg
gathered
over
the
...

Saturday
at the carwash
doing that futile thing
only thought about thoroughly
...

As real
as the abstract
Maybelline, pouring down
your mimed face
...

Stared that butterfly's wings, down
soaked the colors into my heart
drank the shapes of that pattern
like a tequila shot; a double in the glass
...

The glass fell from her hand
gravity was pulling
it to the floor
that rouge glass had a mission
...

Pitter patter, pitter patter
new walking feet drag and step
on the laminate mock tree that
covers the floor
...

The devil sent a black-bird
to my back door
A bird
black as a crow
...

A Zebra lives in my road
on the corner a gorilla counts horses
Birds sing songs of love on the roof
of a Lion's mud-hut home. Where I live a
...

If we
just
lay it out
on a table
...

A unique declaration
she does;
the girl
I call
...

Dear Child.

The world rotates;
with it your
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