The Atoll

Plasma (cont.)
We graze sea grapes we keel in kelp
As youre my host and Im the help
Eduardo
Bright sparkling thing your ulululation
Is strangely soothing youre our trusted guide
Through awesome hydroponic coves in caves
Plasma
Just call me Plasma were less formal home
Paolo
At least hes not our Felix skinned alive
Salvatore
Si Ive seen fruitier blue spark body suits
Gianni
I cant see Plasma pinching Glorias bum
Miguel
You promised sight of Felix once again
And sure enough there sits my son enthralled
By some tart deck chair seated opposite