Thursday, August 7, 2014

The Man on the Beach

One leg.
No clothes.
Why are you on the beach?

Pink umbrella,
Red hat,
Salmon skin,
Your range is pink sunset!
Easy, fresh as a peach,
an old, mushy peach.

Paleontology is
the study of old things:
bones
statues
fragments.
You seem them all,
reclining with your prosthetic as
pillow.

Theres so much and little to unearth
in you.

Little to dis-cover,
no hair, anywhere,
You are smooth.
You are smooth wrinkled fat
that fits
no shame.

so free…
so right…

Is this beauty that’s so repulsive?
That makes me wince and grin?