The End of the Week in Me

Dazzlingly authentic first thing in the morning,
this nude scene is justified, if the curtains cannot censor

No red light hangs around here, it is time to recline
so long as skin has yet to be abolished by poly-whatever

A real shock to the city’s concert of openings,
they rally against the obscenity of me, being fun for free

Dangling promotions and special offers, all to link
my shadow to others in a civilized state of cover charges

The contact is fine, but I still decline the RSVP,
I am teaching myself to be crepuscular in this human zoo

Where there is room to roam in my plaster cage
and for company I can raise goosebumps by tune or touch