eleison
leap
into dumb cloud
experience
our roller derby players’
klaxons
cluster to
loud
effect less
milk than luck
and as we continue like this
the fly-by-night mechanical cow
I have become
piles on expectations their
squeezed
drops
drip over dark arenas
witches
and wizards
come
on their sticks
and come says the monkey
the angel agrees
but I
feel nothing
nothing will
please,
please
have mercy
on us we once
were sinners