Alex Gallo-Brown

I was awakened by a flow

I was awakened by a flow.
The television had been bleeding dimes.
I had spent too many days
luxuriating in its wholesome flicker.
Proletarian concerns propelled me
down hallways filmed with dusk.

I had been listening to some other voice.
I had freed myself from the grand plan.
The plane no longer included
whatever one might once
have considered
to be me.

Rummaging through flesh,
I fell down a runway,
trampling infinite machinery.

Grants would have to be written
to recover what was mine.
I was a vengeful and vindictive
son. I do not pretend to know
myself, though I do

pretend other things.

Alex Gallo-Brown is one hell of a center fielder. He lives in Atlanta.

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