My back curvature a macro
Slipping around in socks
My floor fresh cleaned
I'm nothing but a tadpole
This the tetherball recess
Someone double your size is
Stepping from the back row
Like how you trying a new recipe
I step back from the mirror like a husky
Pulling a tourist out in the tundra
That tree there is nothing, don't look twice
Fresh snow the 8th world wonder
The 9th a small bowl of steamed rice
I hit the ball with my palm flat
90 degrees
Like its the purpose of my life
Up to this point I got nothing right
Double checking the flight number
My feet outstretched in the aisle
I'm woozy under a single reading light
Till the whistle blows
The rope wraps itself to the pole
I slide into the last spot in line
I don't know how we're going to get out of this but
What do we got on time travel?
I'm still hanging from the monkey bars
I could never make the trek
I'm 1 away from the start
Stumpy arms
8 & made hyper-aware of why I'm wrong
Like the rest of the abnormalities in this country are
Re-emerge
Time traveled
Super czar
Despair scored by the humming loop of car engines
Dishonorably discharged from the fuckin bar
Now I drunkenly direct an Uber driver to a park
A bizarre ending
Stumble towards
The rusty rungs
To who think I am
From who I thought I was
Is exhibited in his forward motion or the lack thereof
Or the inability to draw analogies from this visual
The vert climb is a breeze
As I cold metal clamp
My stomach starts to sink
A lineage of biff tannin prolong behind me
I let my legs drop
And the ground hit my feet
