ALISTAIR FORRESTER - POEMS

After studying poesy (among other topics) under some great names in undergraduate, Alistair went on to serve as an AmeriCorps working on some mean streets to assuage a lack of affordable urban housing. He is currently attending a masters program for sociology in the Big Apple. He’s known for late nights of doing nothing, deep conversations that scare people away, and a few poems here or there. Alistair thanks you for this opportunity to heard, and hopes you enjoy his literary work.

​Inferno

​The tumultuous tinder amongst your echo
Does lay fire to my light,
An ethereal body made quantifiable plasma
Like the life in your veins that swim towards your cheeks
The moment we move to meet
Two separated,
Now in the middle,
Forming a whole,
A neutrality
A singular mind
 
Whether your embrace enraptured my form to cinders
Or captured it
Into introspective acquiescence
I know it to be love
And I suppose the contradictory nature of our conjoined consciousness
Brings about change
Pain
Beauty.
 
The world is a remarkable place
And when I look at you
It becomes one
External beauty.
 
I can't help but wince
At the allure of your grandeur
And the fleetingness, of the one turned two-
The two turned one,
And the pain in between,
That enlivening burn
That we have taken to call
Existence.
 

​Grandfather

​What are we, but lost soliloquies
Stretched out over human verse
Whispers of lust, envy, and pride
Tearing each other asunder,
With competing notions of purpose
 
Grandfather,
What are we
But our skeletal pulses,
Our carnal cages,
Our great beyond?