This town is like a spider-web
holding people still, thriving
off the energy of frantic dreams.
There’s no where left to forage
or to live alone at peace
they are all forced into corrals
built for the fearful.
Rain catches made from plastic
bags hang between car windows
and side mirrors and bring the water
from the sky to within reach.
Alone out by the road side
they drink it with their hands
and think about the distance
left to nowhere.
A journey to escape it all
without a place to land
is the alternative to
a life stuck in the strings.
The eight legs of this monster
reach the corners of the world,
and its eight eyes will be the last thing
on your mind.

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