we stole a shopping cart
and drove it to the canyon's edge

the premeditated act
was reflective of something
about growing up here

we acted more excited than we really were

below us stood craggy rocks
littered with other debris

cars, bottles, cans splayed out
dotted with torn black plastic bags

a disembodied moldy dollhead watched us

with a running start
we pushed the cart over
exploding apart in all directions

it was loud
and sparks cascaded out
speckling dots refracted
off the spiralling metal

then we left
never to do anything like that again