Carrera lit the lamp and his cigar w/ that same match;
sitting to write against the rocking motion of the Green
Belle as it made its way over the dark waves; headest
as far south as any ship had ever sailed Carrera felt the
world shift as gravity swung everything on the planet
around like whirlpool; the feeling of sinking below the
horizon to reemerge with high mountain glaziers in
sight; Fritz in the Green Belle's crow's nest saw nothing
but blinding icy white from sky to sea; this was the
bottom of the world where mother's nature pink sphincter
lay hidden between the rounded mounds of beaming
ice like a giant white woman's backside free of infernal
tattoos; but who knew what thrived beyond the cold
white barrier; they would find out but just then a gust
of frigid air swirled around the crow's nest & Fritz felt
he might need a heavy fur coat to wear over his short
black hair; Jacques had Sing and Apore go to the dining
room and bring back some hot chow for the three of them
while he sat trying to finish the ode to nothing he would
call Untitled; thinking the girls had returned w/ something
delicious from Annabella's kitchen upon opening the
state room door he was disheartened to see only Dawn &
Bonnie who asked him if he'd heard the Good News;
knowing full well what they meant he slammed the door
in their faces & returned to his parchment; Chico perched
on the swinging bar beside the window waiting to carry
Carrera's next poetic off off to the editor of the Biedermann
Weekly who waited with eager anticipation for the nest
installment of the poet's journey to unknown parts to fly
in through the window attached to the talon of the giant blue
parrot; the bird named Chico could talk, sing, play the guitar,
smoke, drink & play Texas Hold'em; so naturally the
Weekly would publish & syndicate anything Carrera wrote