Thirsting eyes bounce off men's bodies
like a driven bull must knock against the herd
if he doesn't steer clear.
Muscles propel him away with terror
and delight
as this Tri-Met cruiser window shops,
speeding through the Transit Mall.
Each stall
houses men with different destinations.
Never his.
Even when the man-of-the-moment boards,
he never rooms.
And if both views present a hunk,
its equidistant haystacks for this ass
to choose from.
To chew upon.
Later
this masturbator
will ruminate upon his fodder fixation.
But for now, just swallow
(hard)
those balls
of grass.

Footnote

Image: Tmplt- body, foot.This is a general image,
and nothing is implied about the people's sexual orientation.