outlaw

after robbing
the local bank
you go on the lamb.
you buy a fake
mustache and an
old beat up
car. you criss
cross the country
being chased
by the law. but
they can't catch
you. you are too
smart for them.
you are slick
and smooth
staying in off beat
motels and
hiding out in
the desert. you
never stay in
the same town
more than one night.
it's lonely this outlaw
life. sometimes
it almost feels
like they aren't
even looking for
you. like they
don't even care that
you took a dozen
ball point pens
from their counter.