The challenge of every day
Better than a bugs life
Constantly grappling
With all eight legs
Where to put them
The first step
How many pairs of shoes to take
Old posters in the corner
A lions head on the wall
Broken wind on broken windows
Last minute every thing
Wet sand on the highway
Carpets on the billboards
Exit here for Ozarkland
Nervous Winnebago
Now leaving Ozarkland
Pin prick of light in my chest
Grows to a golden pancake
Bursting a like a burrito of sunlight
Taking us home to out own beds every night
Unless we wish to sleep somewhere else
Or not sleep at all.
Like a spider on a windy day
Web.