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."

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