In the Eyes of The I’s
I

I remember…

I was walking across: The Unity Bridge. A 
unifying construct, in both, the literal and 
figurative sense, the bridge connects the 
North side to the South side, however, there 
are cultural landmarks, which call for a 
unification of every race, color and creed.

Very noble and worthy ideologies. 

II

I was walking across: The Unity Bridge.

During the day. Someone on a bike, riding 
from behind…

Touched me. As they rode past. I got 
so angry. I

Wanted to do very bad things to them.
Like I went into a 
bloody 
rage. A bloody rage of their blood. 

III

I also thought of the social implications, such 
as being a confirmation of a complex, multi 
tiered society, with varying levels of awareness 
and…

Customs. Where the fuck do they do that at

Think it’s 
ok 
to touch people

I feel obliged and obligated to respond, as 
both an individual, and, more importantly,
a member of a collective, who should not 
stand for this shit. Like. Let me take one 
for the team, in order that the next might 
be spared of the idiocy, or, dare I say, change 
the world. Let me do it. Fuck it. I don’t 
give a fuck. But beyond that. I have 
thought about it. A lot. And I am mad.
Mad in the sense of being a madman 
and. Mad. In the sense of being. Angry.
Sometimes. But in a righteous sense.
Like this thing of thinking it’s ok to touch 
people or fuck with people. 

It is not…

Ok

IV

Say hi and lose an eye.  Maybe even die

The poor fucker, probably wearing flip flops 
at the time, alleges…

He only said: How are your doing. Whilst 
walking
down

The street. To which the response was

An attack 

V

Somewhere in the ensuing melee the guy got his eye thumbed out 

VI

I have taken to walking, the last bit of time. Finding 
enjoyment and moments of contemplative meditation. I 
find myself taking back trails, so as not to be seen.

Occasionally, I come across passerby. I find my self 
wondering in the wandering…
How should I address passerby. It seems like such a 
simple task. 

What is it in the details?

VII

Firstly, anyone I see…

Will be a different sort of individual, a traveler.

An explorer.

But in general… Anywhere in the world 
under any circumstances…

VIII

I recall someone recently saying hi, to… 

Me..?

I instantly replied hello. Perhaps astonished 

I had seen that dude, before.
He was driving. I was walking. He waved. I 
[think he thought I was transient. Which 
would be perhaps 
true
But it was interesting. At first it was such 
a nice thing. Then 

I kind of got angry at the dude for making me: Be nice..?

Like…

Motherfucker. You need to stay dangerous. Haven’t 
you heard.

This was a very background element of the: Frequency of me.]

IX

But for me…

For my personal choice, as to: Greetings of strangers.

I genuinely have a concern talking to folks, because, I am 
aware that they might say something that sends me nuclear.
Or do something, where, I have to fuck someone up, real 
bad. That is how I personally think, for various reasons,
some of which having to do with the zeitgeist of the age, 
as reported by social media, I must say, but also, personal 
experience directed directives, which are further confirmed 
in incidents such as the aforementioned incident. 
One could certainly go through this thing, this…

Sometimes circus sideshow, sort of, oblivious, or 
just…

Enjoying oneself. Then 

BAM 

Your ass just got 

BRICKED 

Or 

X

Said: HI

&

XI

Lost an: Eye/&/or/an I

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