July 2, 2014

<i>July 2, 2014</i><br><br><br>


by David S. Pointer

I cannot write this trench periscope
verse as if Ezra Pound were an airship
captain re-imagining world peace as
floating dispensary beds making Cubism’s
future safe for an American mountain of
date rape drugs whispering into midnight’s
draft beer while selective serotonin reuptake
inhibitors emerge as marketing department
refugee pills candy-popped by 2014 military
veterans still stepping out of Van Gogh’s ever
bleeding ear into an overabundance of art
disinformation masking global death profits

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