A Poem by David S. Pointer

Calibration

Flaunt your
task lamp stars
as I’m staked out
forever realmed
in honesty…..

chauffeured
limo fumes,
rogue
statisticians
won’t write
me up without
funding and
cosmological
repercussions
don’t flow up
like newly-
minted credit



David S. Pointer writes from Murfreesboro, TN.