Nowhere
Driving through Nowhere, Iowa
is dreadfully missed.
Clean washen faces.
Shaved heads and daydreams
of dancing natives.
A land I never thought
would become my greatest wish.
A land filled with fields glowing,
temperate, sun-kissed,
Poof, poof, bulletproof magic.
A land that makes us self-analyze
and search our bodies for ticks.
This is Iowa, my friends. This.