The Big Empty
Today was my emancipation day
Track really did save my ass
I only signed up to get up over
My ex-girlfriend
Instead
I found the man in the mirror
since we have practice over spring break
My guardians finally opened the gates
to the real world
Reality
swallows me whole
I am Free
Free
yes free
Free To be a plastic bag floating in the wind of society’s masochistic barren wasteland
Otherwise known as the world
I walked for hours on end today
Carrying my little drawstring bag
Throwing it from arm to arm
After one tired out
My first stop was my liberator
Track
The run should have been easy today
simple 45-minutes
No stops
but, I needed to use the lavatory
a quick 15-second whiz was what I needed
I tried to call up my blood-related cousin
since they reside in the area
But they dismissed my call twice
I struggled to continue running
So quickly, I stopped and tried to
Release the pressure into a bush
But the fear of someone seeing me in this vulnerable state
Forced me to pull up my bridges and continue my run
Only afterward would my “cousin” return the call only to laugh at the situation
Along with my other blood-related gremlins
The sad clown of the family
that's who I am
and my balloon
it's popped
I can’t paint a portrait of my family like Francis Ford Coppola
But to sum it up
My family is like the Corleones in Godfather 3
I’m Michael
An old, tired,
Fool
After practice was over
I still needed a release
like a cardinal needs red
So I loaded up the google maps satellite
And walked my two blistered feet to the library
I whizzed
Picked up some past century DVDs
And waited for my guardian to pick me up
It wasn’t a big deal
But they were unable to due to other matters
So I made the trip back to my shelter
Singing the folks songs of Blind Melon for strength
I returned and watched
the Godfather Part 1
The beauty of Michaels's descent
The majesty of the family's chaotic relationship
The morals of Godfather Don Corleone
Honor, Masculinity, Family
This film is a stunning masterpiece to behold
even the fourth time around
However, within this very adventure today
I realized something
I’m alone
loveless
Despite the interconnected spaces of the internet
The humongous and wide yet small world
I remain alone
The love of my life
my angel
stuck a dagger deep into this rotting lobotomite
and left
only to continue cursing pitiful rolling stones like me
My real brothers
my brothas from another mother and father
are too far away for me to ever see again
I’m the black sheep of my bloodline’s herd
I’m the outcast that suburbia sweeps under the rug
Yet
I continue walking
Because
My god is the sun
And even though not every day shines brightly
The sun still rises
So I will as well
for any fellow nomads
Queens of the Stone Age fans
or internet junkies
you rise to
because
Every dog has their day.
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