Bullet Kiss

Gunshot merging gone, I found her

the vet’s curtain waves breezily

like a Spanish matador’s cape

early she always burrowed her

moist black nose under my arm

lifting it high as the door latch

I’d soon be lifting for her—

early at the river we’d watch

sun rays surf  atop driftwood

only  high grade green earth past

the Venetian blind’s crinkling V


David S. Pointer

Exposed

Nobody to save us on

Interstate 65, instantly

four large canisters of

bull sperm came rolling

off a Greyhound bus and

Bibleman had already

flown off after his financial

backers demanded 65

million dollars in incentives

for their biblical theme park

in Murfreesboro, Tennessee

as drivers swerved like

Speed Racer to avoid

taking the full load


Davis S. Pointer

Warning

dieselpunk instigators

popping enhanced rivets

and coated rebar like

pills into my headache

should not come undone

like infrastructure or the 

brain’s interatomic bonds

on interlibrary phone loan 

throwing cage pro kicks

from a moving motorcycle,

as I fathom a way to stop

those brain eating amoebas

from intercepting the next

transformational surgical

procedure on my woman’s

breast reduction radar


David S. Pointer

David S. Pointer has work in the new anthologies from "Static Movement." Titles include "Christmas Fear 2, "And I Swear This is True," and "Static Poetry V." He also has a forthcoming chapbook at "Writing Knights Press" entitled "MPs, Snipers and Crime."