The Atoll

Plasma (cont.)
A shortcut cove of stinging jellyfish
Which caused yelps squeals and groans of agony
The swelling welts and rashes reddening
Of calves and ankles they cussed fevered plashed
I finally stood them in quartz glass silt
Shin deep as if god Neptunes monuments
His mermen soldiers living freshly poured
In shallow ponds of blooming algae scum
As of this moment they cool their red heels
But metres over an en suite airlock
Our subterranean mansion where we dwell
Id guide them else with crackling static noise
And jolting sparks and dizzying echoes past
The well disguised great planetarium hall
Their coke tequila flask has been drunk dry