THE FLAG POLE SITTER LOOKING DOWN

Sees central nervous systems
opening up, pages of X-Rays,
lighted panoramic maps, moving
model cities gradually revealed,
sensibilities heightened by
privation, elemental ragings
totally exposed, streets of
alligators, all consuming slime,
deep breathing industrial wastes,
stiff, lean muscles weak from 
sitting, from staring down storms,
the humped backs of dense,
crawling fogs, chronicles of exile;
fearful of vertiginous dreams
of sleeping, he begins the last,
terrifying dream of looking up.

—Alan Catlin


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