The Bellicose Backlash of Benedict the Bricklayer

He was a builder of things

It started at a young age with the Lincoln logs and the Jenga and the pieces stuck in the couch

So it made sense that he would find himself in this predicament

He had things in his eyes

kaleidoscopic flowers and paisley and accordion stacks

It all had to be higher and higher than the time before

So he took his best laid plans and then he took the mortar

and looked above to the clarions

and the clouds

and he built himself a ladder that would do the trick

The brickhouse became a building

and then a skyscraper

Then he boxed himself in

just like he were a mime without a semblance of consequence

like a scarecrowed chimney

When he looked up

all he could see was coming down

in shambles

in fantasmic pinwheels that blinded him into blackness

Alas he forgot the ground floor window

and its treatment