Velvet?

My new job is on the other side of the interstate from downtown Denver "proper," although there's a handy little pedestrian bridge you can take to get over the highway. But this being Denver, it's not just a bridge. No, somebody had to offer up their entry in the "statue freakier than that demonic airport horse" contest. This 20-foot tall Lovecraftian ode sits at the far side of the bridge:



According to the plaque on the pedestal, it's called "National Velvet," but I think "Giant Pile of Intestines" would be more accurate. I suppose if you haven't recently watched a horror film, you might instead interpret as "Huge Stack of Water Balloons," though I'm not sure why you'd put up a sculpture of that either.

And just to up the ante, I'm told that at night, the statue glows from within with a pale light. So "Giant Pile of Radioactive Intestines," then.