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Feb 2013
Cold in the woods by the mall
Nerves taut
like a deer
ready to flee at any moment
If I perceive danger
I'm out of here

Martin was fumbling around with the bottle
"you have to but a carb in it"
"Shut up Jake,
I know what I'm doing"
He didn't
neither of us did
it was the first time
nothing like it
I hoped my dad wouldn't miss
his socket wrench piece

We passed it around
like the natives that walked this land
under the gaze of oppression
but we were free
for at least that moment
I vibrated like a rocket ship
and when I walked
I felt as if I was on
an airport moving walkway

We went into the sports store
riding around on the skateboards
and punching the punching bags
flipped into a world of upside down terror
when they made me get on
the abs exercise machine
mall security came
and kicked us out
but we didn't care
we had just discovered something
so much better.
Harry J Baxter
Written by
Harry J Baxter  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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