riding on th bus
down Woodward Ave
\3 AM Detroit winter nite wee hourz
after th bars clozzzed riding my busss
shit I saw a big fat kid stomping a skinny small kid on hisz belly
"He already dead" somebody said
real politik
man out of shadows they were a abondoned daytime neighborhood police station
the friends
uhhh
super fly hats standing tall in the dimlit shadows
green and grey and black
lithograph
bus kept rolling
i yelled
"how can people do that
![Question :?:](./images/smilies/icon_question.gif)
"
all was quiet
Detroit buss
3 AM Woodward Avenew
99% benign and good
I stepped out onto the crips crust snow and wandered home to a bottle of wine and sweet basement windoze delerium sweet dawn asleep.
woke with sunshine already past the afternoon.