
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?