Covered in the heat blanket of August was the coal black asphalt
Caked by kickball games, Light-Up Sketchers
And the memories of those who dared to study the scrolls of childhood
I myself was very happy, white Filas and all
As the magic school bus came to sweep up our camp
Built-in Rocket boosters and eyes the size of basketballs
We flocked in, goslings aged seven through nine
Flying Saucers for lunch boxes
And Cookie Monster book bags
Maybe, just maybe my camp counselor would transform into Ms. Frizzle
There's nothing wrong with Semi-Psychedelic Hipster Science teachers
I decided I wanted to be one three weeks ago
Atlantis was within minutes of my grasp
Gameboy Advance for a bus partner and
Dolphins that floated aimlessly across the bus ceiling
The sharks? They didn't bite
They swiveled, torpedos in the air
I wasn't afraid of Jaws
For I had grown my set of gills that summer
And began to float
When we arrived in Atlantis
Golden Cobblestone walkways cut through grass like razor blades
Barbershop clean and ready to be abusively pummeled by the feet little second graders
And holy hell, that's the biggest mother******* whale I've ever seen.
As we got inside, a dorsal fin sprouted out of my back
And god damn it hurt but if that meant I could swim with my friends, why not
As I got to the lunch table, I hit the folks with the super deluxe lunchable pack, filled with gold doubloons from Davey Jones
Locker, grape kool-aid and a toy
It was a limited edition Nikola Tesla figure riding a Delorean, and when turned on, he drifts and makes pi... I'm sorry. Donuts,
around the tables in The Krusty Krab.
So when you ever ask, did you really go to Atlantis? It doesn't exist?
Honestly, I go there every day.
In my books, in my dreams,
Every time I want to throw my calculus book at the library window.
Every time… I go there.