The Atoll

Angela (cont.)
His barbs on crimson arrow crabs who flaunt
An octopus blue bags the benthic runt
Ive seen a dull grey narco submarine
Aground scuff through our volcanic lagoon
Its conning tower career its prow careen
The human sailors swim out so maroon
I saw male dolphins stalk accost and rape
A female dolphin deem it just a jape
Hector chants
As my leg muscles walk the same old street
I dont remember if Ive locked the door
Autonomous my organs speak conceit
I may act thoughtless come off quite the boor
Forgettable you however much we meet
Includes the tummy bacteria at core
And long white nails still not clipped short and neat