Ground to Pieces

In Portland a young bum approached in a rage. We stood at the edge of metro tracks as the MAX barreled toward us. To me he released the swirls of his brain.

“My parents fucked me up the ass. They were too busy smoking drugs to wash my clothes. Wanna watch me get hit by this train?”

I didn’t stop him but he wouldn’t take the steps. Kept his feet off the tracks. The train passed then we each wandered off.

All I could think was how I almost saw him splat. Get sucked under. Tangled and chewed. Shit, piss, skin, and cum. Each piece ground to pieces. Body disassembled. Mind already there. This man just city debris to be swept off the streets. I didn’t stop him. Am almost sad it didn’t happen.