A Nowhere Man

This nowhere mailbox fits nicely in my nowhere land.
I fancy myself a nowhere man, with everywhere plans.
I've caught myself walking through aisles, a sticky right hand,
knocking the things that look enticing into my basket.
Things I can't afford, things that make me itch, things that I will later put back.
I am at the mercy of the American Consumer.

My intentions are intentional, but my actions seem dichotomous.
What if I'm psychotic?
A somewhere man travels to nowhere and loses his mind,
while a nowhere man looks for somewhere and loses his purpose.
I'm cold and anxious at the bottom of this messenger bag,
To ask for hugs with occupied arms would be a curious thing--

Keegan Shaw 6/19/19