An Excursion

I’m at a Family Dollar

Deodorant in hand

And I’m in the aisle that has the dog collars

I get a call

10 minutes later I’m at a mall

With no money

I look at things

I can’t buy

That’s funny

I can’t buy

nothing here

So why am I here?

I leave and drive

to an area that I’ve yet to visit

Black teens at a bus stop, I hear them talk, it’s all explicit

And the jargon used it’s kind of new

I can’t understand it, I’m getting old

If I were to be homeless – I’d go

where it’s never cold

Homeless in fine weather

May be better than having a home

In shitty weather

I make a left

And a dude with a gun called Mac shoots a dude with a gun called Tec

I witness this with a slight flinch and then hit the gas

I’m thinking back on my car crash

Unnecessary, that it was

I park the car and get out dressed in such a way I can pass for a thug

But in this neighborhood everyone looks harder, looks tougher

I take a stroll on plenty uppers and notice things

Sometimes nothing interesting pops up to take note of

All my writing stored up, will it ever see

The dark of day

A city slicker with the heart of hay

A country boy talking slang and claiming to be from an urban gang

The other side I venture into

I’m standing in line observing a menu

What is it that I want to eat?

Suddenly

it smells like feet

I turn to leave

I don’t really need to eat

Out of boredom, some people eat

Look at me, you can tell

I need to eat

I walk by a beggar

With a cold shoulder

My life

of luxury

That could be me

But it’s not

I never call

weed pot

My mind jots like hopscotch

Things I think not now

I will think later

You live next door

As do you

But if you ask me – I have no neighbors

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