Standing Naked

Standing Naked on this pedestal

My flesh creeping from your eyes

Like some waning moon in late October

Hiding to escape the light

Painting me with mustard, some sacrificial lamb

Sets the stage for your indecent rant

I’m not just some carrion , In your medieval still-life

I am a sculptor with your willing wife

What do you take me for?

Some astringent viper, longing to expose its tentacles

I’m just an angry man No pockets for my pride

A fistful of gestures for you to size

Standing here

Like some sardonic savior

Waiting to be crucified

I’ll laugh at your creation, behold its sanctity

And send you valentines for eyes