The Atoll

Gianni (cont.)
By flags of fog much like a mini golf
Geography from an elevation shows
Salvatore
Fresh water geysers might blow under them
Gianni
Ill shimmy this here coconut palm tree
With my unbuckled anaconda belt
And gauge where Glorias zigzag has screwed us
If not by now in Silvios pistol sights
Hector
Diabolical thing you achieved with science
Senor Miguel you built a business
From backward looking cheap generic pills
Miguel
Forgive me Hector Ive misused my gifts
Hector
Forgive me smiling something mustve gone
Wrong seriously if now you buckle down