The Atoll

Albin (cont.)
The little matchstick merchant ship in tow
Its sails and masts on hinges corked his gob
But I prefer a kava homebrew drop
Sipped leisurely from coconut half shells
Silvio
But coke tequila kills your loose hook worms
Firewater by proof hospital grade juice
Another shot depopulates the bowel
Of parasites leaves flora legless too
Your body is a temple when preyed on
Let me dose your red tonsils from the flask
Youll never rasp from streptococcus more
Giacomo
You cut that racket siesta still in play
Silvio
I know that voice not for a minute did
I think you drowned though my salt burnt foam blurred