Teen Turf War by Scott Cumming

Teen Turf War

The school playing fields

An artillery barrage on traffic

During snowy weather

Getting chased, caught and

Fake names of accomplices a must

“Dare ye to get this car!”

In my ignorance I do

Sparking a near teen turf war

I’m tripped, kicked, drifted

For not giving a shit

Flashing blue lights signal

A mammoth rapid retreat

To gullies and meadows

Frozen boggy trenches and

High slippery branches

Fuck knows who the cop is chasing

This was the night I learned

You never return to the scene of the crime.