4.5 Hours

4.5 hours sleep

Is not enough to support

Corporate expectations.

I’ll just hope that

I get all my stumbling out

Into this journal.

Oh that my sleeplessness

Transformed to black ink

Would take forms

Unthought of in wakefulness.

So I’ll bleed ink

Until the prolonged blink

Where they begin to

Carve my headstone

With keen edged tools

And heavy blows.

They’ll lower to the grave

Luckily shaped like bed

Then and then only will I rest.

– Vagabond Prophet

I wake up late and full of worry

When you find me,

You’re both judge and jury

I’m stressing unnecessary.

You sentence me to relinquish

Things that I can’t handle

For I’m nearly crushed

Even by the things I can.

Vagabond Prophet

How quickly I became bankrupt
In the absence of yourself,
I didn’t know until I left you forlorn
Abandoned in the far reaches of the echo
That I’d been living cup to cup
For a love now gone cold.

When I return let there yet be
Some faint embers left in which
We can partake.

Vagabond Prophet

– This is what happens when a guy like me forgets his coffee at home before work starts.

Early Bus

How many people in homes

Do I pass riding this early bus

How many people still dreaming

Or nightmaring.

How many about to start

The best or worst days

Of their lives.

Too early to tell

Right now the day is pregnant

With potential

And not even showing yet.

– Vagabond Prophet