Manic models clench their bosoms and scrounge

For their pocket-sized diaphragms

Leaving behind the sap of light

That leaks all over their objectified selves

Rat-tailed and hungry-fisted

Provoke with blindfolds on

No need to eye your prey

Keep them flaccid if you can

I think they'll marry a meadow tonight

Calmest of gutters

Wash down broken frames

Pulse air pulse

Wind through the cavernous

Distraught ankles and wrists

They are posing for the fluffing sounds within

But the alley cats drum up bones of a softer beauty.