The Atoll

Giacomo (cont.)
Poor thing abstracted suicide its response
From memes about the way the world is stuffed
Shall we share siesta under whale sail shade
Till angry sun sheathes his white javelins
And pockets scaly melanomas spare?
The shrimp the shark they cuddle crack of doom
Albin
I didnt hear a thing if you ask me
Silvio
Im frying in my own skin and my lips burn
The pilot whale abandoned skeleton
Not one scrap doggie bagged from barbecue?
Vestigial hands and feet unglossed with gloves
Fins once upon a u turn skid road kill
Giacomo
Amigo take a break please from yourself