roach motel blues

[cowboy_ranger]

square peg
circle hole
must fit
must fit

I should call
I won't

I should not call
I will

acceptance
ATM machine
vehicle keys
well-paying full-time job
stock

my shadow is outlined with chalk
and that same chalk
dirties my feet
and threatens to dust my shirt
color my face
and turn my thinning thick brown hair
into white moppy quills

I found out I've been hovering around the same planet
I know a lot and nothing about it
there are people who know more
but I shouldn't talk to them about it
I can't find it
I'm stuck without a soul in the world
my fingers shake and rattle
nervous indecisive keys click
thunderous clicks!
weak minded hurried clicks.

my laugh is quiet
mw words are worse

I should take the reigns
but I'm afraid to let go of the shotgun