It wasnt that he was unwilling  

                                                             everyone prefers their time and place

but he hadnt a choice

his hand was forced

and forced                                    

                                                     he really hadnt much in the way of alternatives 

Forced
he went at It short and sweet
he went for the throat  the jugular
 

and behind him he dragged unconventional comrades  likely who were as reluctant and 

unwilling as himself                                                 

                                            Glück and Wills  the queer timbre of their Strum and Drang     

the three “ . . (were) prepared . . to force clarity upon (them)”     those whose words had 

infuriated them

filled their minds and mouths and rolled from off their tongues as Its Script and Gospel

was befit Its actors and sacred adherents

                                               pregnant fruit  ripe and heavy  deserving to be picked

not fallen to the ground   rotting in the sun   sustaining pitiful scavengers and insects

they were prepared to force those who were “ . . prejudiced (and) cannot recognize their 

own prejudice  --  as (they) cannot taste (their) own saliva . . ” 

                                                      

                                                          prepared to force them until their eyes bugged out

their faces went slack and purple with asphyxiation

force the Ones who had no regard and were opposed  nearly militaristic in their Keep

with extreme prejudice  --  which was utterly ridiculous  because few of them had ever 

served in the Armed Forces  preferring  perhaps  that others fight in their stead  --  to 

any concept of proportionality

                                                                                                                       

                                                when “Everything should be in proportion with the need”                    

and yet  because this quote was from out of the mouth of the last democratically-elected 

Prime Minister of Iran  Mohammad Mossadegh  overthrown in a coup d'état orchestrated 

by Americas CIA and Britains M16  (but we are encouraged to forsake our History  --   

Nothing to See Here!)  very likely they would also discount its Wisdom out-of-hand

however  Wisdom  had never been their strong suit

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--   I will always love you

when in love

while in love

                                                                                                                                        

it slips easily off ones tongue
 

as easily as a liar lies

the bus waited for a running girl with green hair

                                                                 

he watched her mad run
watched her blouse become disheveled  and pull aside
a bone button pulling from its slip
and another 
       

before she reached the split-hinged mechanical door a breast freed itself

pointed a taut nipple like a gunbarrel at his face reflecting back at him in the bus 

window

before she pulled her blouse closed she defiantly looked up into his face

she raked a small hand through her hair

snarled

and then spit into the street gutter

he smiled at her   wolfishly

      

she glared at him

opened her mouth wide  ran her tongue over the point of a canine  circling it

then she yanked her blouse closed

hiding her breast

                                                                      

she climbed up the three metal steps and fed change into the coin-counter to ride

it chirped when she had fed it enough

she came down the aisle  the whole while looking him in the face

and sat down heavily beside him

--   Enjoy your peek freak

--   I couldnt say

--   You couldnt say

--   No

--   You couldnt say

--   No

I was distracted by my thoughts

They were far more prominent than your tit

--   You sonofabitch . . .

--   You know my mother

--   No  No you dont  You got plenty . . .

--   Sorry baby  Tits look an awful lot alike  Ya aint all that

--   You didnt look away

--   Yer blouse  A nice plaid

An yawerent puttin it away

--   Maybe I like giving an old man a thrill

--   Knock yourself out  Theres a few at the back of the bus

 

--   Youre a son of a bitch

--   Tryin awful hard to hurt my feelins

Tell ya what

Lemme see yer tits  We can start fresh  Yell have my complete undivided attention and 

then I can hand down a legitimate determination whether or not theyre . . . unique . . . or

worthwhile . . . and deserve more than a peek

--   Youre fuckin with me

--   Fuckin

Not talkin about fuckin  Why ya wanna go there

--   Are you loaded or something

--   Am I loaded

Yer propositionin me  an Im loaded

she turned away from him on the bench and sat straight forward  eyes forward  but he 

could hear the gears in her head working at something

or not

maybe the warmth in the bus was beginning to melt her a bit

color was coming up in her cheeks

her freckles were working their way through the pale frost

she asked

--   Are you riding far

--   Remains to be seen

--   According to what

--   According to if yer playin or not

she turned sidesaddle facing him again

--   Playing or not

--   Balls in yer court

--   Youre serious

--   And yer suddenly shy

she couldnt suppress the smile that worked its way into her face before she recognized

itd come

--   Shy

--   Green hair

Canines

Briefly  pleasantly pointed

--   So you . . .

--   Ive got good peripheral vision

Helpful as an athlete

--   A good athlete

whos an old man

--   Older than ya is all  Its relative

--   Okay  Im curious

Whats in it for me

--   Whaya lookin for

--   I hadnt thought

--   No time like the present

he turned away from her gaze to look outside the glass but it still captured her 

framed her in its metal-wrapped Escape window

                                                                                 he liked the responsibility  he was more

likely to respond in case of an emergency  more likely to respond to a threat

or violence

the sunlight was beginning to fade

the golden hour fashioning its brocade

running like sap

forming amber rivulets and traps

in the glass  the blunt of her hair met the plaid where her breasts began to swell

their expressions met on the glass flickering and backlit with the shadows of boulevard

trees and the burnt orange sun

he held her eyes in his  then turned back to her

--   Any ideas  Idea

--   More than I imagined

--   Fine  I prefer imagination

--   Ill show you mine

if you show me yours

 --   Look at me  in the back of the school bus again

she laughed

then

 --   Well wait till it gets a little darker  This driver never lights the bus  No one ever reads

or cares for the light

--   We cant show or see

--   We can look with our hands

--   You got a name Freckles

--   Silvija

--   Spell it

--   S-i-l-v-i-j-a

--   Forest  Woods  It suits ya

--   You

--  Thom  T-h-o-m  Means twin  Me an me

--   Thom  how utterly appropriate

--   Appropriate

--   Please

Peeping

--   Really crawlin out of yer shell huh

her hand went to her top button and unclasped it

--   As you say

she shook her head slightly  the tip of her tongue went to her top lip

--   I liked yer canine  at the curb

--   At times Im a bit of a dog at a bone

 

--   You bite

--   I do

when the sun bottomed out it went dark quickly     

                                                                                 and the blind were left to lead the blind

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