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