David S. Pointer- Three Poems

Flameout Academy

Another rapid dog catches paper

plate frisbee-packets inside addict’s

next syringe soon trampling telescopic

nightsticks overwhelmed by desecrated

rage

      under windowsills, under the

star spangled radar, under the

sink holes to nowhere, under

funeral cooling box toking incineration

                                                      again

Nightmare-Mode Service Provider

Slaughterhouse Hells

Angel said employees

tend to burn off under

cover of fake coughs at

three month saturation

period from twisting off

chicken heads, hearts

served up to the meat

masters of commerce,

enumeration vapor not

supporting any roadhouse

habits without parental

or biker babe subsidies

before happy hour-sauce

blackouts lead only to

nauseated time clock pop,

but he’d started killing

humans at 13 and could

handle some more shifts

Obscurity 101

Dragon castration specialists

commanded no annual budget

or surveillance equipment, were

not allowed to speak fumes or fire

into any major cameras, were not

welcome at the village idiot’s house

as he was ever reclined ambassador

of fine leisure lifeline-agenda for

rapid speech, constant head bowing

while impersonating brave face

mass discharged from formulaic

hospital called American high school