His life's an ice cream catastrophe
executed
with cannon-ballistic mastery

A sidewalk massacre
specified
to the likes of a child's book

Riding the fine line
between
chalk-lines and cloud nine

Face plant, change lanes,
gain pace,
reiterate... over and over again

His mind's the wonderland
of a maze
guarded by a Minotaur's embrace

No chocolate for deep space
he prefers
the aftertaste of chili anyway