Heat Treated Arguments by David S Pointer

His new girlfriend’s

facial implants afire,

the screams, the melting,

two days before the

fallout dust dance,

and he holds only a

sawed off pump

shotgun, not quite

a fire extinguisher 

as he lifts her hard

by the beveled and

leaded glass display,

splashing into a lake

of embalming fluid—

two full aerosol cans

of restorative skin

spray later it’s a

another big bout of

smoldering love

David S. Pointer has recent acceptances at "The Occupy Poetry Project," "Popshot," "Occupoetry," and "Rattle." He is poet of the week at "The 5-2: Crime Poetry Weekly."