The Atoll

Albin (cont.)
If when the wizard left me well enough
At low tide where Id do my homegrown thing
On my insular own turf bubbling silt
The way theyd roughly hug whilst thumping backs
Of one another how could I stand it?
Gloria
He should be forced to do a belly flop
I say hes guilty by association
Plasma
Exhibit B green palm fronds full of sap
Gloria
He wouldnt harm a baby jellyfish
Albin
I chuck them straight back into ocean swirls
Hector
I see remorse on your face sad Albin
Unlock his golden handcuffs dear Plasma
His belly flop shall serve as punishment