Alistair Plint Poems

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
...

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
...

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
...

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
...