unwomen on pedestals

catwalk flaunts- so heroin chic
with swollen knuckles and
shark grins- these unwomen

those unwomen-
hide damp needles (slightly soiled)
in dark places
they lie in silence
pricking the black-
an addict's sad collection

cold unwomen-
buried by furtive glances
they glow-
to warm their chill?
and the music moans
('tell her i'll be waiting
in the usual place')

brazen-bold unwomen
predators in heels
lipstick red take to bed-unwomen
pin with a look - fish on a hook
unwomen

and the music whimpers
('slave to love whoa
slave to love')