I want streets to be paved with water,
Viscous corn-starched asphalt,
I want to ride a jetski around my neighborhood,
Driving through the pavement, not on it.
I want the road to bounce up and down.
I want to swim through toothpaste roads,
Each road a different taste.
Mint Crest Avenue and Colgate Fresh Strip Parkway.
I want the crosswalks to stamped into the ground,
Buoys that bob along the not-solid-liquid.
Cross walks, floating nothings, until they’re crossed
I want to dance on a melted street with Weebo,
Flub, flan, flib – kicking up a storm.
Playing soccer on islands we built with our toes,
Little green balls bouncing between skyscrapers and crashing through windows.
I want to jump from the fourth story of my apartment building,
Swan dive into Main Street,
A floating pile of caramel,
Feel it solidify around me,
Forced to eat my way out.
I want dump truck after dump truck to pour tonne after tonne,
Little plastic balls bouncing their way down into the city center,
Turning downtown into a ball pit.
I want 300,000 people to turn out,
300,000 people feeling their way through the shoals
of our make-believe Chuck E. Cheese
I want to smack the liquid ground,
Skip a rock from oobleck to oobleck
Bouncing and rolling on the not-so-liquid-pavement.
I want to run full sprint down my street,
Just to see,
if I can be fast enough to watch my footprints disappear into the ground.