[MD] Platt's Point

[Case]

Platt's point wakes up in a world that keeps 
Its horizons close to the vest.
It could reach out and touch the setting sun
But that might burn, if not a finger, then 
Another holy hole in Platt's point's holey Whole.

Platt's point's near horizon is made
Of Swiss cheese
He spends his intellectual capital on sun block
And Foster Grant wrap-arounds
Platt's point has dead bolts on 
The Doors of Perception
Platt's point buys flu shots
On the AM band

Platt's point staggers down the street. 
Too weak to defend itself
Terrified of Others
Immoral hippies and followers of Allah
Christians and communists
I, Me, Mine against Them.
Platt's point has no one to lean on.
Platt's point has nothing to support itself.

But when Platt's point stumbles, it is safe
It does not have enough weight to draw it to the ground
When Platt's point bumps its head, Nothing is disturbed
The Ironworkers eating lunch on the beam dangling
In Platt's point's eye are just another mote to him.

Platt's point is a tune stuck in its own head
Endless "Turkey in the Straw"
Platt's point knows that if you can sing well
Sing loud, clap your hand and stomp your feet
Platt's point is a one man band teaching
Bypassers how to walk faster

Walk on, Case.