The worst part about losing your hair is feeling the wind blow through it and wondering if it’ll be the last time.
Vagabond Prophet
I go to bed with the window open so I can listen to you whisper sweet little nothing’s while I fall asleep. I’ll shiver it’s true but It’s always with delight.
Vagabond Prophet
Gravity
Gravity reversed
Taking everything
Away from me.
Reality accursed
Spinning shadows
In the daylight.
Day dreams perverse
Twisting innocence
Into cruelty.
I don’t want to know
What I’d be like
If you withdrew fully.
I already look in the mirror
And think there’s too much me,
Like gravity’s reversed
Taking everything away from me.
– Vagabond Prophet
Barbarous Threads
If I screamed at you
Saying I felt too quiet
Would you believe me?
If I whispered
“I feel too loud”
Would you think me true?
If I blunted every knife
So as to not be
Too discerning
Would you think me strange?
Your silence is too deafening
Just say something
To quiet me,
I don’t want to do all the talking.
Stay my hands,
And lace my thoughts
With your charm
I’ll endure the barbarous threads.
– Vagabond Prophet
And if you swear that there’s no truth and who cares
How come you say it like you’re right?
Bright Eyes
Invisible
I think I need to be invisible
So I can watch you all day.
See what you’re like
When you don’t know I’m there.
See your hips slide past
The waistband of my pyjamas.
See your smile at first light,
Hear your joy at the first sound of music.
The brown of your skin
Brushing against sheets,
The smell of dreams
Still on your breath.
It was always you I loved
Just you alone,
Why can’t I be invisible
To see what I love?
– Vagabond Prophet
24
Sometimes not enough,
Others far too many.
Twenty four hours in a day.
Wake up bright and ready to live!
Sometimes dragging this husk around
One day closer to decay.
Life can be so taxing
And hurt just too much,
For days end I pray.
Life can be so wonderful
Full of joy and I don’t want
The end of today.
So tomorrow bring me vigor
And a thickening of skin
To become good clay.
Twenty four hours
Again coming to a close,
I just need your promise
To bring me twenty four more.
– Vagabond Prophet
X and Y
Do you remember ?
When your X found my Y
And evolved into our boy.
Does he miss me?
His daddy,
Now that the only daddy around
Is the one in the corner
With the long legs
With nobody left to kill it.
Catalogue of lives,
Rows of souls
Inked on tiny little tags.
How many stories are here?
A hundred?
A thousand?
How do they spread out
And fracture off like spiderwebs.
Are there lovers and enemies here?
Are some tags soaked with tears,
And others just with alcohol?
I used to feel small,
Now I know I’m small.
One day all that’s pertinent
Will fit in a drawer
The size of my thumb.
– Vagabond Prophet
Some hate it
Because it’s cold
And dangerous.
That’s why I love it,
As it stings my face
I’m reminded that
I’m surging with
Red hot life.
– Vagabond Prophet
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