Poems by David S. Pointer

Nashville Punk Scene

Decades & dues before Hank III

cometh with his thermo-chemical

cow punk, Jason & the Scorchers

rolled onto Rock City like a barrel

keg cooler brandishing neon notes

to Nashville's conservative music

establishment stomping Punk's

Liberty Bell hell into the plastered

beer torn psyche's of unfuturistic

fans who would transform the

audience of battleground cowboys

into plum tart gladiators and the

rest of the good timin' globe going

forward with early colony cocktails

and the best new nuclear chemistry

a hot cocktail waitress could carry

 

Off The Farm

The computer

became the global

moneychanger's

milking stool, but

grandpa still

transported his

customer's early

colony cocktails

down moss

mountain in a

'47 Studebaker

pickup on a

stretch of dark–

primitive dirt,

a fireplace tool,

and a .45 riding

bitch and shotgun

 

David S. Pointer currently lives in Murfreesboro, TN. He has a chapbook forthcoming from Writing Knights Press entitled MPs, Snipers and Crime. Growing up, David was the son of a piano-playing bank robber who died when David was 3 years old. David later served in the Marine military police.