Unprovoked Act of Aggression ~ Monday, December 15, 2025

As far as this train goes, this is Howard

A homeless woman spat at me, today
smile, laugh, at our lack of humanity

for context, coldest day in December
as I sat down, she said, "Fuck off!", okay
rational as a infant in her crib

accept the facts, this is not vanity
sanity is at stake, to remember

the social dilemma, take the high road
hegemony, a cosmic joke, a fib
invented seven thousand years ago
such leadership guides people and nations

take the Red Line to Old Town Chicago
reason states that at each of the stations
anything could happen, observe the code
inside the train, unwritten, unspoken
no one knows the rules except common sense

given the homeless have nothing to lose
of course, God knows that the world is broken
everyone pours God into God like milk
strange interactions, sometimes so intense

the disjunction with commuters, to choose
how to get to work, where to fall asleep
insists that no one knows just how to bilk
social security from dead people

inside this train, I swear, we are all dead
stuffed to the gills with rhetoric, sheeple

Heaven and Hell, social control, instead
of ideas to enjoy, just in too deep
wayward rough sleepers furiously dream
as colorless ideas on a green screen
recall events from childhood, what has been
decided is sorbet and not ice cream