I fly on wings of sweat and machismo,
To spiral through flourescent beams –
A leather ouroboros with an end in sight,
Just beyond a line of painted turf.
Whispered prayers ride my wake,
Invocations to the virgin mother
That she pity this gladiator
In his moment of desperate triumph.
Gloved fingers dig hard at the catch,
Pull me close to his armored breast –
Muscles swist into knots,
And Goliath readies for the fall.
The impact shudders,
The grip slips loose.
Sisyphus announces with a grin –
The game is over, the score is proof –
The Browns lose once again.
Corey Laisure 