Sunday, September 14, 2014

David Pointer- Three Poems

Phantom Road

The way I heard it,
wishing wells and magic
fairy dust were replaced
by lottery tickets, and then
an elderly neighbor lady
came to my door about how
a teenager one building over
had stabbed his mother’s
abuser while both were
trouser deep in the bear
trap-teeth of an unjust
economic system trying
to get a little justice for
themselves before final
bleed out on streets at times
doubling as funeral homes

abandoned python
coils up inside yard doll house
waits for play time

boot camp sand fleas
haven’t missed exercise time
in 200 years

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