Poem created from wild prompt

Riptide day of rest
Doing the twist with a jellyfish
It smells like the Octans constellation
With all of its tangy observations
Why did Jacques Cousteau throw dynamite at puffer fish
Before he befriended the Mariana Trench?

I am unperturbed
There is one spot on my foot that never stops itching
It pulses like that merdiverous news feed
Every time I peer at the green dot and see my own face, someone somewhere starts coughing
That’s peculiar enough to knit
Why is this kitten such an asshole?

My forehead grew bulbous with sound-sensitive fat
Because that Matilda is awfully afraid of sharks
I will use my new nose to help her if she gets caught but
“C’est la vie, c’est la guerre, c’est la pomme de terre”
I hear the driftwood inventing us anew
Wounding tendrils challenge the aqualung

Writing a poem a day for NaPoWriMo. This poem was borne from this prompt.