184. 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 cannot walk
but 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 realms
of the Latina babe
pissing in a doorway.