nudism
is better than
prudism
fourteen hours waiting for the sun

gelatinous waves of
sand and
pandas, footloose and
fearless

tick tock, nine o’clock
time for work and play
moments arisen
lifted, sinned

oh, beautiful for
spacious.

where! are! my onion! rings?
deep-fried, golden brown
what! are! my wedding! vows?
too much
too little
too

origami organisms orgasmed while

the wanderer wondered,
“where is my teapot?”

and we replied,
crisply,
warmly,
“what teapot?”