Goodbye

I was passing a military unit. There were big ones like bus ships. There were green people inside, waiting for their fate. The buses were roaring and snorting. That’s where the yellow taxi came in. A pink girl with a bag poked out of it and hung herself under sweaty windows. And some green kid shot himself from a bus uterus, and he and the girl grabbed in one hug. It’s quiet, it’s just whispering. I don’t need a hero!Come back alive…