Trib to WS (AKA TWO DAYS IN FLORIDA)

a coconut husk in the hull of a wooden ship,

is how life goes on.

Is it its knocking, forged by swells that were forged by something else

all that affects me? 

How am I supposed to tell? Where do I file this complaint?

Asking questions has become a game show. 

Later on I passed by a tree with strange

banana like fruits. It was the only news I had to share, but I could

not even discern what kind of fruit it was. Was it was good to eat or not?

Is this how life goes on?

Then I thought a swim in the dark would ease me some, to have a waking dream or some other nonsense.