I heard tales of you
From woefully unreliable sources
Who poured their propaganda
Like concrete,
Hoping to build a foundation
For themselves.
Lips on the inside
Teeth on the outside
You’d always bite
Before you’d kiss.
This is what I was told.
Now I listened to my friends
But kept a spark of doubt,
Upon meeting you
I was made to breath heavy
And fan it into flame.
Since then the fire
Has taken many forms,
Like traversing the town on foot
To see you for thirty minutes.
Like stealing the cities
Entire supply of yellow flowers
To brighten your grey workplace.
Like shade
Saving in summer
Yet deadly in winter,
Your smile careened
Through my heart.
Leaving mailboxes tipped
And street signs turned around
Now unsure if I’m driving
Too fast or too slow
But it’s towards you
So I push my foot down.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 