• I’m an outskirts member of the Cult of Personality – I mean, look at me: I try to look good ’cause I want people to think I do, but when I get out, there’s always doubt, I’m pulling on my clothes, putting that loose hair in place using my last look in the mirror as a guide, but I can’t trust that, can I? so I have to excuse myself for a look in…[Read more]

  • Miss Alister commented on the post, modest 5 years, 9 months ago

    Bleeding in his modest house – quick, stick a piece of tissue on it – push on, push on, your queen awaits, you could never be late – you think she’s gorgeous, but she makes most people nauseous – she is like low tide, leaves men stranded on a slick and stinking beach – you will always be a modest clone, allowed to scour her majesty’s cold and sac…[Read more]

  • What’s the yank Daddy-O I ain’t even halfway through my first drink – before you holler your head off, why don’t you use it to think? Things not going according to your foot-stomping clock is insignificant compared to the world falling apart, and on those grounds, I could let it go, but I’m too stubborn to. I’ll just sit here ‘til you see the…[Read more]

  • That thing we witnessed we won’t mention – we’ll go along with a hitch in our hearts, talk about our mundane jobs, our white noise days, and how awful they are, the damage they do to our psyches – we’ll tell each other what we’d like to do to the people who hurt us, and when we get to the killing, we’ll look away, but we’ll know what is meant a…[Read more]

  • God he looked so cool smoking that cigarette according to the movies – You should be an actor I said – ’cause I tried being sexy according to “9 ½ Weeks” but I could never quite get it – we were just juveniles then, awkward as hell, in need of a lifetime of knowledge that we could use right then, right then when it would matter the most – ain’…[Read more]

  • Can’t finish what I started – need more time – time to chill, to smooth down to the righteous place that gets direct reception to the either. The agony of that is ever-present – confusion is the new amusement – change it, unblock the passageways, get your neurons on, your synapses snapping, and if you can’t manage that, cluck like a chicken, lau…[Read more]

  • Miss Alister commented on the post, puppy 5 years, 9 months ago

    All the pictures that go with the stories of unfathomable cruelty to animals LALALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU so I drop my money in all the hats of the fearless, the warriors, the saviors TAKE THE MONEY AND SAVE A PUPPY OR TWO OR THREE because I can’t look in their eyes if I can’t take them away to a world in which I engage them, allow them to be all t…[Read more]

  • It’s gettin’ crowded on this planet, in the HOV lane, in the USA, in Europe, everywhere I been on the globe, all manner of folks all movin’ to the beat of Grass Is Greener, gettin’ all kinda visas or just sneakin’ in, either tryin’ to start their own country up in a new country or tryin’ to mix with the homies there and failin’ to the max ‘cause…[Read more]

  • Miss Alister commented on the post, seated 5 years, 9 months ago

    Yes, yes, I know about the Lamb seated upon the throne, but what about the woman with the parasol on a park bench, if you were her you could be safe from sun and rain…or being seated around the table of Silence, you could be drinking wine and digging the melancholy…or you could be the sun seated in a cool sliver of silver light and you would…[Read more]

  • Miss Alister commented on the post, revved 5 years, 9 months ago

    Oh to be revved like rugby player, to expect to be plowed, downed, and pummeled and not take it personally, to make gamefuls of amazing plays, to get every job done well or heroically at the very least…only not get cauliflower ears. Oh to be revved like the wealthy young elite on cocaine and kicking ass in Prada suits and Jimmy Choo s…[Read more]

  • Miss Alister commented on the post, pruned 5 years, 9 months ago

    I pruned the trees of my mind yesterday – must’ve cut off too much – because the brainwaves are wilting, unreflective, starting to delay, diverge, dissolve, become inaudible, soon will be imperceptible – perhaps my mind is just in shock and the leaves of thought will come back, perhaps in the spring… But what if they don’t? Where does that l…[Read more]

  • One person’s reasons defined are another’s rules to break – every mind has a different ear that hears a different story – and it all begins to mean not a thing, breeds defiance in some, complacency in others, and every person from those and all camps in between see a different angle of a different reality that goes out as a signal that clashes in…[Read more]

  • The threat of disappearance, the fear of it, so many things could make us disappear – serial killers, global killers–warming and meteor showers–nuclear warfare, alien invasion, a piano falling from a fifth story as we walk along the sidewalk – and we’re between a rock and a hard place, hard-wired as we are with survival instincts – we don’t kno…[Read more]

  • Little orphan Annie and her parentless pals, they all went down to the Leapin’ Lizards Bar, and on every TV there’s Tammy Faye, the Rocky Horror Christian, now parentless, too, and also dead, staggering down God’s highway looking for a place to rest and falling into a Messner family grave in Kansas where Dorothy still lives, aunt-less, but witch…[Read more]

  • The kings and queens of starlit are gone. The oldsters that are left see only blackness when they look to the heavens, only hear the wind sobbing… They thank their lucky moon now, for without it there would be no celestial lights setting off the waters—from rivers to oceans—like diamonds on Ms Monroe’s necklace. Her and Frank, starlit devils……[Read more]

  • I saw recent fragments of my life televised – I had no idea I’d become so pathetic – I remember myself misguided, yes, but interesting at least, because I lived like a wild novel, each chapter full with conflict, redneck vs. southern belle, dumbass vs. logical thinker, reasoned vs. intuitive… How’d I get stripped back to zero? Bygod, I’ll ha…[Read more]

  • “Why don’t you look? You know you want to look for trouble,” I say. Like Chester the dog, I dance excited beside him as he walks a furious pace, his head down, his ego forever wounded from looking for trouble before and finding me. Silly sod. I dangle the topaz sparkles of trouble just inside his peripheral. I see his eye strain toward it, s…[Read more]

  • Miss Alister commented on the post, taffy 5 years, 10 months ago

    How could a rock god go from big-haired baby face to selling salt water taffy on Cape Cod? What must he think, helping his wife run a campground, checking all the fires are out, showing guests to their campsites, filling propane tanks, mowing the ball field? And what did she think when he went back on stage years later? What can anyone think…[Read more]

  • Buzz cut, don’t give a f**k ‘cept for my cutie-pie who’s getting laid by every Joe behind my door, as if she thinks I don’t know – forget sentiment! the day I find them? forget the second day, they all gotta pay – I choose my weapon and in military fashion, I do them and when I can’t take it no more, I’ll do her too

  • Tell me with your freddy voice, a beauty with foreboding, a smooth ride with a crash landing, tell me about anything but the president and the pope, like trivial pursuit it’s over, so over, the ending like the beginning, formless and empty, darkness and deep waters, then BAM! there’s light, out of sight out of mind, we let it die, and it’s easy,…[Read more]