Improv of Susan Mitchell A Story

Later, walking home with a friend
who was also a little drunk, 
We decided to run the streets,
observe the world
in the most liberal ways possible.
Stumbling, laughing as hard as we can
climbing onto sidewalk benches,
ripping down old posters of nameless bands,
We grabbed hold of each others hands,
spinning into circles, wide, trying not to hit street signs
and light polls. Even if we did, we probably 
would feel nothing. Either the liquor or the cold
had us numb and we would just continue to
keep the neighbors awake and have our fun.
We saw life moving around us as we fell still,
We sat on the curb tired of earth and thought 
we'd look out into space.
Too bad we couldn't see anything but an airplane, so we 
imagined it was a spacecraft bound for Krypton,
or some other weird extraterrestrial land