skyscrapers

the skyscrapers are the same
   maybe different heights
   maybe different shades of gray
   one has more windows than the other
but they're all the same.
walking from building to building i am diappointed
   by the impersonal greeting-- uniform to each
   by the line of fake plants along the walls-- a pitiful attempt to please asthetically
   and somehow i cannot bring myself to take their elevators--
why explore whats up there when i already know.
the people working in them
   should abandon their square desks to smell the clouds outside
   should walk under laughing trees instead of bleach-white ceilings
   they should smile at passing strangers on sidewalks, not grumble over work in
   their cubicles littered with paper and chewing gum.
they should want to be happy.
someone should take a wrecking ball to this city
   wipe clean the dullness from this industrial canvas
   dismember the reification of the skyscarpers' metal structures
   teach them that there are other trypes of buildings in this world
and convert their dull existences into something electrifying.