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