The Atoll

Albin (cont.)
Lying flat along a gurney mounted flush
Inside a pressure chamber aerated
By silver nozzles set in rubber skirt
For two hour sessions booked each earthly day
At such a siesta you toughs could teach him
A lesson throttling him with this net knot
Or slitting his thigh arteries with shells
Or twisting driftwood screwy between his ribs
Silvio
What are you tabling your collateral?
Albin
Why nothing less than total atoll halved
Silvio
Agreed by longitude or latitude?
Albin
The borderline shall run from east to west
Silvio
Thats good as done lead us on bulbous blob