Poetry Challenge, V. 6.0, Days 6,7,8

It's been a strange week, and probably only going to get stranger....Nothing bad has happened, I just feel like I'm in a sort of fog...sometimes, that's great fodder for writing poems, and sometimes, it's not.  I'm rather hoping for the former!!

Meditation

eyes closed,

seeking the place,

that quiet spot, 

the center.

where nothing touches me,

and thoughts become form

in the quietness of the moment.

Ghetto

I get looks

rumbling through the 

dirty streets.

past cars that don't run,

my music blasting loud enough to rattle the windows

on houses where windows are covered inside with plywood

even though there's nothing wrong with the glass.

heads turn as I roll by,

but I will not return the blank gazes,

the angry stares,

as the Requiem plays.

Quick Trip Through Walmart

Deck of cards,

Murphy's Oil Soap

Paint brush,

Shoe polish

Underwear

And a bag of cookies.

The clerk said, "Who polishes shoes anymore?"

and that actually catches me up!!  YAY!!!!  Ok, hopefully, I'll stay in this zone and actually write tomorrow's tomorrow!!

Thanks for reading,

The Fat Kid