Entitled #1 (and his Realtime Monologue)

[ChristopherSea]

V2, 2/5/12

I was born face-first
into 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.

Ha ha, Love that untapped metaphor, but is that Nun's rump really as tempting as bombe glacee?