183. amongst equals
these dogs of the night
they hunt a special kind of prey
her body and time and status
her attention and value –
& the trash they’re wearing
they lurch & leer
as a pack
strut their suffocating stuff
and lick her shiny black heels
in their dreams
the canine cretins lean towards her
with a sarcastic serenade of love
they dare the night
to grant their blue desires
& everything is in the realm
of the Latina babe
pissing in a doorway.