The Atoll

Plasma (cont.)
Lit up by dodgy deep sea angler fish
Bioluminescent compadres near swish
As deeds of darkness dont address one day
The hidden heart cant ever drive away
Hector
And yet I yearn for my home town at times
Plasma chants
On iron sand plonk your bare foot soles
Imprint no heel and ball deep holes
Waves flatten foam out lose their strength
Walk your unleashed greyhounds at length
The fighting bantam crows cheep cheep
And rainchecks fresh chicks from his coop
The fighting pit bull yelps woof woof
And rainchecks fresh pups from his troupe
Angela chants
The wizard called me stupid blinkered bot