Mannequin Mad
Aaron McEvoy, Anthony Salvini, Rob Corradetti
Mannequin mad
Flawless paper machete skin
Surrounded by her black hole eyes
Seemingly empty til they cry
Wet glue tears that dried on her halter top
Modest length
Collars point up like werewolf ears
That hear the window shoppers whisper
The moon was in full bloom one night
They scanned the vacant cobblestone road
A voyeur saw her dance under the spotlight
A shoeshine boy stared at his daily dime
Watched Madeline's reflection twirl across his coin
She walked into the glass display
They both blinked twice and she's still again
The shoeshine boy gazes up and sighs
""Mannequin Madeline
Are you really here?
You pirouette in closed clothes stores
But when the clerk opens the door
You disappear
Where do you go, when you disappear?""