Our Lady of The Trampoline

FISH me out a premise, I'll forward you a haze—

O'lay, Our Lady binds her wings before your nib:

All this (gesture) is enigmatic, You, Olson,

dataddicted and the WHOLE too esoteric

to be economic. O'lay, the will to change

as Mao, King Charlie—no matter which bird described,

as implied, is needless of date or Malachite:

Numeric trampolines, systemic states, taxes,

rates, (sigh) are emblematic of accountancy

too full of figures; make me Etruscan, fisher-

father, I'll be the cross-eyed-guard. O'lay Our Lady

of the trampoline is heedless of figures save

the swelling chest and plastic limb of acrobat—

mass, speed, exactitudes are for the moving mind

else trim-Nike wears her ankles like Achilles did.

Show father, O'lay o weathercock I'll be bird,

o barometer, o elemental child, o

statistician, o you be footstool I'll have fool,

let others admonish: I'll be hypocrite, hide

the system in the wing, O'lay, Our Lady brings.