poem to the asshole blasting
angry birds on his
ipad
please disregard and don’t confuse
my thoughtful stares directed your way
because in my head i’m really thinking
of slingshot-ing you across this bus
and out its open doors
watching as you and your ipad
splatter like a starfish, bloody and flesh full
on the coal-black bricks of the apple savings bank
just across this rainy and oil drenched street.
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