I offered to swim to L.A.; silly wasn’t it?

Brooklyn inked arms lack the strength

Shoulders incapable of cresting currents

Lungs feasibly starve somewhere near sand

But maybe, just maybe I can

My knees could buckle by a sea turtle

Calves cramp in the raw winter water

Eyes might burn due to the salty spray

This is just a thought; an unproven idea.

All ten digits would mutiny in the pacific

Even my ankles can insist we walk a plank

The ears, they conceivably stay…Maybe?

Honestly if my thoughts reached its golden western shores, it would have been a successful trip

AG