Entitled #1 (and his Realtime Monologue)

[SilverMire]

V3, 7/2/14

I was born feet-first -
tough, hey? Gotta be
when your trade revolves
'round tropical fruit.
Like water, don't con-
form. Live latent. Stay
untapped as a nun's
rump,
  bombe glacée.
                I've
never sailed a boat.
That North Star nausea
doesn't sit with me.
Kids with strong stomachs
love getting their guts
whet - so I'll keep on
counting coconuts.

V2, 2/5/14

I was born feet-first
onto an island
whose trade revolves a-
round tropical fruit.
Enclosing us, an
ocean, sun-foam flecked,
untapped as a nun's
rump,
  bombe glacée.
                I've
never sailed a boat.
That North Star nausea
doesn't sit with me.
Anyway, kids have
stronger stomachs, so
I think I'll keep on
counting coconuts.


V1, 28/4/14

I was born feet-first
on an island whose
trade revolves around
tropical fruit. Sur-
rounding us, a void
ocean, light-point-flecked,
as latent as a
toddler's midnight; so
I think I'll keep on
counting coconuts.