You think you’re funny?
Reminding me of myself
In the most natural of things.
I don’t like but I see it.

Even water left goes bad.

Vagabond Prophet

They say the eye is the window to the soul. In my pupil there is only blackness, please don’t tell me that’s the answer.

Vagabond Prophet

I gaze sleepily across the shore of city lights. Stars from a sky we’re slowly pulling down.

Vagabond Prophet

Sanctuary

Can I just stay in bed?

Where the sheets hold us warm

And you breathe in time

With our love.

No matter what the day holds

There’s always sanctuary here.

– Vagabond Prophet

Maternity Ward

Maternity ward

Woman puking everything out

Except her guts,

Good thing, she’s going to need them.

Shrieks and wails and screams

From rooms 4011, 4023, and 4033.

Life so weighty it spills forth

One way or another.

Like a fisherman with too great a catch,

Little fish pouring over the gunnels.

Tiny little generals

Conquering hearts in an instant.

– Vagabond Prophet

No Beer Here

I’m out of whiskey

I’m out of beer

I’m out of wine

You’ll find no liquor here.

If you find me dead,

Just pour on me a shot,

Watch the words stuck inside

Come leaking out in blots.

– Vagabond Prophet

No Reasoning

There’s no reasoning with demons

Fight or run,

Only options.

Can’t run from something inside you,

Exercise in damnation.

Like talking to a wolf,

Doesn’t look you in the eye

Or read your lips

Or even listen.

Just stares at your neck

That expanse of weakness,

Hunger incarnate.

– Vagabond Prophet

Daylight savings
More like nightlight displacement,
My mornings are dark again
And I couldn’t be more pleased.
Arriving for the day
Clad in silky blackness.

Vagabond Prophet

How is there two of me?
I say things I don’t understand
And I wonder what’s on the inside of myself,
If I don’t know who does?
Does anybody else feel like a mystery to themself?

Vagabond Prophet

Tuber Lessons

Down underneath covered up

Spreading deeper and deeper

And always covered in filth.

This song is about potatoes.

They’ve known dirt

They’ve known darkness

And they’ve known their place.

Just above that

But with thoughts no higher

I spread and grow

Reaching out with fingers like roots

Soaking up all there is.

Maybe this song is about me.

I’ve known dirt

I’ve known darkness

Where is my place?

Further out on the same level

Roots everywhere intertwine

Fighting for water sources

Choking each other out.

Okay this song is about all of us.

We’ve known dirt

We’ve known darkness

Let’s learn from the spud

And learn our place.

– Vagabond Prophet