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.