Establish Face

You gaze upon a harbor made of water.
A lemon floats next to a dingy, so you nab it
with a hook just to show off. Now that you're here, lounging
in first class, you stomp around on earth.
You felt lumpy, you said, so you removed the
jelly from your thigh with an instrument you referred
to as "the remover." I never had patience for
Thursdays until one Thursday I strove for excellence
and nearly made it home. Now back to you and your
yawning visage in a mirror hung from the side
of the dingy: it makes the water look like
it goes on and on and on.