Percolator Love

You’ve been percolating

Just for me,

While I imitate life.

When I’m weary and afflicted

From a fitful sleep, fears reoccurred,

You’re waiting for me.

Epitome of bittersweet,

Bitter enough I need you,

Sweet enough I want you.

Electrify my mind,

Like soul adrenaline

I’ll dance if you ask.

Could we be like before?

When I’d stay up all night,

Just to be with you?

Nowadays more like a crutch,

Keeping weariness at bay

And I hate that.

I want the excitement again

Of first love’s

First sip.

But coffee my dear,

How ever far you stray

You still make my day.

– Vagabond Prophet

Baffled

I haven’t words for this

Truth so plain

It confuses me

Bruises me.

You formed this clay

And decreed it clever

But I go to bed each night

Baffled by your might.

That you would decide

Without a second thought

From your throne in the sky

“for this one I will die.”

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

I love crosswords
They remind me of
How I came to love you.

I was five across
You were seven down,
And it’s by your definition
That I was ever found.

– Vagabond Prophet

Weight of the World

An old man

Wearing both belt and suspenders,

What are you so afraid of?

Does the weight

Of the world

Weigh more heavily

On your shoulders?

Does time sink heavily

On your body

And you maintain the illusion

Of being uplifting?

Are there too many secrets

Hiding in your pockets

Such mass as to double

As an anchor?

Life can be so crippling

And you’ve endured so long,

Perhaps at that age I too

Will take all the help I can get.

– Vagabond Prophet

Make Haste

It’s so damn early

Why am I up?

I’m the only one

On this bus.

Darkness for a while yet

What’s a man to do

To see night prevail

Long before light comes

To claim victory.

Cast out every shadow!

Reach out with burning hand

Strike these shadows.

You call me child of light

But all I’ve ever known is darkness.

Don’t wait long

Come eat up this fog,

Take what’s yours

This day and all to come.

– Vagabond Prophet

Double Decker Grave

It’s easy to say I want to kiss you,

Who wouldn’t

You’re a garden overflowing with sweetness

Your lips the secret gate.

It’s easy to say

I want to share a bed or a whole life with you.

Like anyone I desire

Love and acceptance and pleasure.

But I want to go beyond

Set apart from the rest,

I want to share a grave.

Together in time

We’ll enrich the soil

And our last children together

Will be trees growing side by side.

– Vagabond Prophet

Bad Part of Town

They call this

The ‘bad’ part of town

The part with the foodbank

And the building for supervised visits.

Families separated

Estranged by circumstance,

Needy, not bad

Desperate not volatile.

I’ll tell you about

The bad part of town,

It’s up on the hill

It’s all chrome and glass.

Throwing food away

Every single day

Ignoring their children

Who just want to play.

– Vagabond Prophet

Sorrowproof

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

Black and White

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

Joe

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