Monday, October 8, 2012

Entertainment Options

David S. Pointer lives in Inkville on the wrong side of the tracks. He was never a punk rocker, but would like to extend a warm “Fuck You” to all the lovely ladies in small press land. And all the poser dudes, well, they don’t rate time, bullets, reviews, shout outs or bitch slaps. See you on the other side.

In the floodwaters
I watch streetlamps
clanging together
like logs, and a
Calico cat swims
toward them but
bobbers under as I
rapidly remote
into a fluid blue
rush of expanding
sky on a nature
channel before
power slamming a
mighty pull on
my imported can
of gladiator beer.

1 comment:

  1. This poem is from a well seasoned veteran. His moves are stealthy & well planned. No wasted movement, accomplish the mission no matter what.