Children climbing into our bed in the middle of the night. They’re welcome of course, but why must they sleep perpendicular to logic itself?
Vagabond Prophet
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Children climbing into our bed in the middle of the night. They’re welcome of course, but why must they sleep perpendicular to logic itself?
Vagabond Prophet
Melancholy pounds away
At the edges of myself.
Finding all the weak seems.
It seeps into my tissue
Swirling around tempestuously
Like cream poured into ice coffee.
Please give me strength
To stitch up my side
Painful as it will be
To push the needle in
Just to pull it back out.
It’s the only way to keep myself
Sorrowproof.
– Vagabond Prophet
I believe in black
I believe in white.
Culture says everything is grey,
They’re wrong though.
You can’t have grey
Without black and white,
You can’t have meals
Without ingredients,
You can’t have a solution
Without first a problem.
– Vagabond Prophet
Old brick buildings
New little cafes,
If walls had eyes
Would they remember
What used to be there?
Barista calls out,
“Black coffee for Joe”
And the walls reminisce
About when it was a barbershop.
And Joe was in
Every week for a shave,
Maybe Joe remembers too
And it keeps him coming back.
– Vagabond Prophet
Taco Tuesday
It’ll have to do
Until we can move to
The motherland.
Storefront signs shining
Long before the sun
Long before business hours
Long past bedtime.
Don’t they know
They get paid by the hour?
This is a good way to burn out.
– Vagabond Prophet
Almost March
The earth starts thawing,
Things once hard with cold
Get soft and bleed water.
Water covers everything
In little glistening trails,
Please whet my appetite
As I thaw
I’ve been frozen far too long.
– Vagabond Prophet

Coat my throat with velvet
Black as night
Smooth as silk
And thick as the table.
– Vagabond Prophet
Even in the dead of winter, I crack a window just to feel your breath.
Scribbling in the dark, just to chase away these stowaways.
Vagabond Prophet