Biography of Alistair Adkinson
Why am I such a misfit?
I am not just a nit-wit!
Just because my nose glows
Why don't I fit in?
Alistair Adkinson Poems
My sails are down, the wind is high, the waves are crashing into me – the coal-black ocean water
Tell Me A Story, Mother
Tell me a story, mother, and then put me to bed. My friends have gone to heaven, all,
The Ladder Of Success
I wrote this song with a helmet on Standing at the bottom of the ladder of success Ducking stray bullets, hand grenades, and napalm And staring up a secretary’s dress
We could shed these artificial clothes, these rags we wrap around us, and swim in an amniotic astral plane.
Do You Remember Me?
Do you remember window-unit nights, and dreams of curtains floating on an ocean breeze – some never-will-happen fantasy that helped us through our early days?
City Lights And Stars
We have built an uneasy peace, she and I Cobbled together with semantics And no-man’s land borders We dare not cross
A Dream About The Day When I Finally Mee...
I have been out lurking these past few Autumn nights in lonesome, cobwebbed corridors in the shadows, out of sight
Requesting Your Blessing To Fail
Under the eyes of your gloating pride, I strive to become a man.
Minimum Wage Lament
When the sun comes up tomorrow I could run away Change my name And seek fortune and fame
Timeclocks Have Eyes
Spiders come forth! And don’t forget your silky ties; it’s time to garner up the flies, now that timeclocks have eyes.
The Best One Yet
Her armpits are hairy her best friend's a fairy she don't like Moe, Curly, or Larry she likes candle wax and lithographs
The Margin Man
I dash between margins and use high-minded jargon to justify behaviors within my own mind
Is this what I want? An ugly detente? A cold and silent war?
A Smoker's Lung
I’m a smoker’s lung, torn open, bloody, and corroded, waiting for the surgeon’s knife, to save me, or do me in.
Do You Remember Me?
Do you remember window-unit nights,
and dreams of curtains floating on an ocean breeze –
some never-will-happen fantasy
that helped us through our early days?
Do you remember the way things used to be -
walking together through a thousand desperate nights
that ticked off far too quickly,
and became a thousand years between?