Robe
Added 2020-01-06 05:37:31 +0000 UTCRemember when you were made free?
Free from behavior
Eluding the bondage of a normalcy
That would never have you.
Leapt from the table of social graces
Endless prattle, false politics, insipid fiction
Banal expectations.
Endless, empty fields
Red wine, spilling
In a religious cascade.
In your anonymity, free from history
You could be whoever you wanted.
Without the commitment. A changeling.
A new behavior every moment.
With the same, tired habits.
The highway unfolded
Into wild, unfathomable vastness
Incredible silence
So silent you could hear
Loneliness
A sound that followed you overseas
Into lavish hotels
Running, running
Running into
The same magnificent void
The same table, in the same field
The same prattle, the same gentleman
The same behavior. Obliged.
And all that cascading wine
You returned home
For a familiar taste of dysfunction
Too late.
You found cobwebs in closets full of bones
Deteriorating phrases
Coffee stained promises
Peppered with cigarette burns
Brittle photographs
A few garments, like your grandmother's robe
With it, you returned to highway
Seeking total abandon
Deep loneliness, quiet fields
Where the echo won't ricochet
Off canyon walls
An impossible undertaking
Cue the rapids
To drown valleys
In red wine and woody bourbon
Medicinal behavior.
But occasionally, you would find yourself
A ghost, in the desert
Without a name, without obligation
Behavior was a lost concept.
Loneliness was a song
Cloaked in your grandmother's robe
You danced and danced
No thirst could steal
That freedom.
-mmd
Photos by Liv Sage
($25+ set going live tomorrow)
