Do You Believe?

                          sponsored by Celibate Recovery(a town in one of only three California Congressional Districts
of fiftythree(or 0.0566 per cent) whorecorded(she liked that) a majority vote for Willard Romney for president in 2012)

she couldnt help herself 

to the left of the query of Do You Believe? was a broad crucifix a collage of faces of fervent beatific men women and children

Who were they trying to kid

she lived there and day after day she was approached by these kind of pictured pious men who surreptitiously propositioned her and then scoffed when she snarled  Beat it Buddy  Hit the road 

Dont let the door hit you on the ass on your way out

they acted as if she didnt know what she was missing

Lemme guess

                        touting the frenetic missionary position(I aint submissive) without foreplay  ten sublime seconds of rooting then cumming and going without any real sense or idea that a woman wants and needs her satisfaction too 
Wait!

Dont go away mad   Ahhuh

Just go away

 

she had to be fair

                              Do You Believe? was sponsored by Celebrate Recovery(in a city of the aforementioned Congressional District) that had gotten her goat exercised her worked her emancipated autonomy begged her slippery venom since she moved there as a young girl with her parents who sought for their family a rural setting to live in and believed it would be a far better place to be raise their daughters than in urban surroundings where they had begun their lives because their parents wanted to raise them with unfettered access and failed to realise the unexpected consequences those accesses might provide them and couldnt be revoked because they said so

 

their Becauses and Noes were short-lived reasons and long-term excuses

   

Oh the Tits for Tats 

 

Oh the What goes round comes round

Do You Believe?

                           shed already thrown her car in reverse and through her rearview and side mirrors she watched their patriarchy slip past and into the ordained obscurity that was hers to deem and per her fathers skillful instruction she ran her car mirrors in ecclesiastical rotation Stations of the Cross to identify what was coming up behind her and remain alert to their presence

he taught her the right hand lane was to be traveled in the left to pass but there was always some yahoo driving below the speed limit to gum up the works because it seemed they wanted the world to run at their pace  

                                                                                                                                                              not what was efficient

or law-biding

Wasnt God above the Law

of course he wasnt

though you really couldnt in all honesty reprimand figments of ones i(magi)nation

No   best those tender bits were left alone 

                                                                     bypassed

Buhbye Moomoochachu(horrible  --  she always got that wrong  --  but it made her laugh)

and cutting inside their languishing vehicles she passed to their right but slowed down just enough to look through their passengers window at their fixed profiles and white-knuckled grip at the wheel and waved with her right exaggerated crocodiles jaws chomping and mouthed over the top of them Buhbye Moomoochachu before accelerating up to the posted speed limit

her father wouldnt take kindly to her taunting(she wouldnt say)

but he would be pleased she traveled in the right lane

No  She Didnt Believe

      

1612,  Day-Between-Two-Ts,  9  9. 15

2240,  Saturday,  12  9. 15

They cut him down before he could open his mouth 

It was best  they thought  no one should hear what he had to say

 

So the only way he could speak

was through a puddle of his bloodHe shrieked! 

spattered their faces

got up in their hair and mouths

                                                     Yes  Thats how the truth tastes  Hot and bitter

Scorches  unforgettably  like fire 

 

and scars

Where did you get that

That was a story to tell                                                                                                               

                                       wasnt it

That was a crime to confess

But the only way it was ever going to be heard was when their blood finally said

 

When their blood

was let

When their blood was let

he heard the fight from his window that looked down into the alley that ran between the buildings

they were cast in the dim yellow light from a distance streetlamp  he could barely make out the people

darkened figures

one

faced five

he was cutoff from escape and retreated into a corner formed by a dumpster and a brick wall

the five rushed at once

their weight and concussion moved the stubborn dumpster

 

from above he could hear its metal wheels grind  groan

almost simultaneously they backed away from the cornered man

who seemed smaller now

maybe smaller   because he slumped  collapsed

though his shadow grew larger

No

 

not his shadow

his blood  black  on the sour pavement

the five laughed

and as they slowly backed away he saw dull flashes where their hands were 

knives

had to be

one lit a cigarette

they laughed again

they converged

they all lit cigarettes

they were waiting

he heard it now

                          a huff

a  thin  whining  inhale 
   

     a huff

                 a huff         whine

huffhuff         a rattle

a    prosaic    sigh

                                 Gawddamn bout time   uttered

they laughed again

then a SHRIEK!the black shadow of blood exploded

cigarettes and ashes spun like fireflies

they retched

and blinded rubbing their eyes with the backs of their hands they staggered into each other the wall the dumpster

the far alley wall swearing cursing the dead man

YasonofabitchYasonofabitch

then one by one they gathered themselves from their spasm

THE FUCK

he heard

then at a sudden they fled out the mouth of the alley

their running footsteps echoing like dull gunshots

he called the Police and went down into the alleys mouth to wait for them

looking into the alley he couldnt make out the body because it fit to the wall and the dumpster and because he didnt want to see

                       and as he looked he saw a turning

a blackness hanging  a slipping murmuration

 

then it was gone

he didnt want to share that with the Police 

1202,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  23  9. 15