Painfully Pink

Fingers getting numb

Painfully pink

Still holding this pen though.

When ink freezes also

That’s when I’m truly dead.

– Vagabond Prophet

Bags under my eyes
Hammocks in disguise

Vagabond Prophet

Isn’t romance just adventure with the closest of friends?

Vagabond Prophet

Treasure

I’ve got many questions

Do you see them

Floating upwards?

Does doubt die upon meeting you?

So you send it back

To me unanswered.

We’ll meet one day

And you’ll have

All the questions,

I’ll stutter out an answer.

You’ll peel back all my scales

In blinding agony

And reveal the treasure

You placed there long ago.

– Vagabond Prophet

Enoch

Empower, coarse through me

So that I’m mostly you.

So I can be as Enoch

Until one day

You elongate my legs

So I can finally

Look you in the eye

If I dare.

– Vagabond Prophet

Bumpy ride stops

At a ‘T’ intersection

Or is it an ‘l’ with a dorsal fin?

Perspective is everything.

Vagabond Prophet

Haggis

Resentments sitting content

Happy in my blindspot

Loading up on buckshot.

Dropping their illusions

Descending around

This fragile ground.

Saying brutal things

With crepuscular scent

That make me lament.

“Did you gargle with haggis?

You smell like entrails and fear

And your end is near.”

Can you give me words

To silence these birds of prey

And render them but clay?

– Vagabond Prophet

Socks getting holes
After just three uses.
Are my travels that despicable
That even my clothing refuses to go back?

Vagabond Prophet

Backtalk

The city puts

White stuff on the road

To protect against

The white stuff in the sky.

How foolish,

Haven’t we yet learned

Not to talk back

To our mother.

– Vagabond Prophet

Pom Pom Bandit

First darkness then light

Is this the dawn of creation?

Oh wait no,

Just a flashlight shone in my face

At 6 AM.

Daughter of mine why?

You’re the pom pom bandit

Stealing my heart anew each day.

– Vagabond Prophet