we would walk casually <br />across the golf course <br />just enjoying a stroll <br />through the autumn night <br />across and into <br />the culvert <br />eyes level with the street <br />spy the cylindrical prize <br />on it's grail like perch <br /> <br />wait undetected <br /> <br />until the maverick would pass <br />if the trunk was open <br />we would cross the road <br /> <br />hustle up to the temp dock <br /> <br />roll a blue tank unsecured <br />silently <br />grab an end <br />then shuffle to the road <br /> <br />the maverick would roll around again <br />and stop <br />trunk would fly open <br />run and stuff it <br />into the car <br />backseat dives <br />then off into the night <br /> <br />1000 psi of laughing gas <br />medical quality <br />baloons anyone? <br /> <br />for about 15 years after that <br />i felt the world was wide open <br />that i lived in the wild west <br />for a time <br />i almost did<br /><br />Nat Z. Punx<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/construction-plans-should-always-take-into-account-security-breaches/
