white powder, white powder
flung by miscreants' hellbent disturbance
crunching their cheap tattered shoes into the sidewalks past midnight
sliding their busted asses across the sleet buried below
handfuls of ice gathered within their bare palms
to be thrown into the slow and unsuspecting, all innocent passersby
while those troublesomes anticipate any width of reaction
pleasant surprises of witnesses to wounded retaliations
those singled out within the thin comfort of an automobile window
weighing their instinctive embarassments against the far off homes of safety

and the throwers weak as rebels
they blow far past what is sensible and respected
from the dark corners where such ornerous children sleep
to claim victims before the night fades