if i catch the right on 27th a little behind schedule by JUSTIN HYDE i get stuck behind a school-bus. it makes four stops down a seven block stretch before i can hang a left on mlk and dip down to work. they get off in small clusters shoving each other shouting things like: gimme me that phone nigger & bitch better have my sweater monday. none of them carry school bags of any kind. today a kid broke out the back window of the bus with a rock as it drove away (it didn’t stop). as i drive by they shoot me grim insect death. i just smile back lamely trying to be broad-minded as to their potentiality down the road. but some ancient coal fans down near the bowels. not that i personally wish them harm or that i entertain the merits of selective genocide. but neither am i immune to this taste of homicide on my tongue.