You amplified airwaves, adjusted
batteries, built bamboo bicycle-
cars, created complicated contraptions
designed for detailed domestic
endeavors, enthusiastically employed
formidable finesse fixing fiascos
generated by Gilligan’s goof-ups
(hilarious hi-jinks highlighting
your inescapable island isolation).

Your judgments seemed justified
with knowledge as the key, but
you had little lapses, too, like leaving
the Minnow marooned, mangled,
never negotiating Noah’s notable
Old Testament operations of
placing palm planks and pitch
with the quintessential quality
required to replace the ragged
severed sidewalls of a shipwreck.
These transgressions, televised
unrelentingly, undermined utterly
the virulence of those who viewed you
with wide-eyed wonder. Why, with
Xeroxed plans and a mind like Xenophanes,
couldn’t yearlong efforts yield you
a Zeppelin to zoom homeward?