I always wished I was a morning person
And now I’ve been forced
Coerced into the single digit A.M.
– Vagabond Prophet
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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
Burnout
Storefront signs shining
Long before the sun
Long before business hours
Long past bedtime.
Don’t they know
They get paid by the hour?
This is a good way to burn out.
– Vagabond Prophet
Almost March
Almost March
The earth starts thawing,
Things once hard with cold
Get soft and bleed water.
Water covers everything
In little glistening trails,
Please whet my appetite
As I thaw
I’ve been frozen far too long.
– Vagabond Prophet
Even in the dead of winter, I crack a window just to feel your breath.
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