We’d had it up to here with this self-destructing paradise, so we began to take down the city today.
It started close to sun break on a Monday, when a woman on Washington and 3rd unhinged the east facing wall of her office building. The wall trumpeted against the asphalt, sent river wind through the cubicles to tussle us desk junkies down to the ground.
We all leapt from our levels and skipped bare foot loose in the streets.
This inspired a few taciturn transit riders to pull out the cotton in their ears, step down from their bus seats, and let the tired iron wheels roll free.
Just down the block a kindergarden teacher put down her weapons, surrendered her students to a lesson in seduction, she taught them how to peel up hot asphalt. and carpet roll her supine body into the street.
By this time, we had uncovered the keystone in our skyscraper, formed a chain of nine to fivers
to pull it free.
As that tower fell, for the first time, everyone dropped what they where doing to listen to the way glass sings as it dies and metal finally let out its weary sigh.
We did nothing as a mother of four took her willing children with her and stepped off the sidewalk’s end.
It was a penny pincher who broke the silence, dropped the first dime smile into the blind mans can that sent the construction worker’s hard hats high in the air as we all broke out in applause to commend their escape.
But it ain’t a good show if it don’t leave you hungry for more.So we rushed around town, pulled free every keystone ever cut, passed down our last and greatest command as monarchs of this paradise by returning all we’d plundered, threw crumpled cash over our shoulders like bread crumbs to remind us that we never wanted to find our way back.
Even those who’d long since forgotten every man’s proclivity for recreation readily let their death grip on life loose. Instead of risk the urge to rebuild, along with centuries of industry they crumpled back to earth.
Now we’re somersaulting towards the sunset, a mountain of urban ash at our backs, and you may find this too cliché to be true, but I know that this riot and I we’re no longer willing to live in a world where we can’t even imagine this.
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