I don’t floss my teeth,
For my minds got more plaque.
Vagabond Prophet
Tag: spilled poetry
I don’t floss my teeth,
For my minds got more plaque.
Vagabond Prophet
Which is it?
Am I so frail
That I can’t refuse
The beauty around
That we’ve misused.
Could I be stronger
You said I can,
But I don’t know how.
How could I
lash your arms to mine
So I could pretend I’m strong
Until I’m strong.
I know what I should do
But I’m afraid.
To which you reply,
“ which is it?
Scared and mine
Or safe and damned ”
– Vagabond Prophet
Winter
Perhaps I don’t mind winter
For I find summer in your eyes,
Everyday the sun sets early
You still give me butterflies.
– Vagabond Prophet
X and Y
Do you remember ?
When your X found my Y
And evolved into our boy.
Does he miss me?
His daddy,
Now that the only daddy around
Is the one in the corner
With the long legs
With nobody left to kill it.
Spilled Coffee
I’ll let my coffee spill
As I walk the green mile.
Left right,
Left right.
Sloshing to and fro,
I was here
I was there.
Just leave it.
Don’t mop it up,
It’s all that’s left of me,
A reminder of life
Spilling it’s banks
– Vagabond Prophet
X and Y
Do you remember ?
When your X found my Y
And evolved into our boy.
Does he miss me?
His daddy,
Now that the only daddy around
Is the one in the corner
With the long legs
With nobody left to kill it.
Winter
Perhaps I don’t mind winter
For I find summer in your eyes,
Everyday the sun sets early
You still give me butterflies.
– Vagabond Prophet
X and Y
Do you remember ?
When your X found my Y
And evolved into our boy.
Does he miss me?
His daddy,
Now that the only daddy around
Is the one in the corner
With the long legs
With nobody left to kill it.
Talking to Myself
If I write you a thousand words
Will you see the picture?
Of me alone and wanting you.
If I write ten thousand words
Will you receive the comic strip?
A scene, a day in the life, lacking the warm touch of your breath.
Or maybe this
Won’t work that way
Maybe I’m just
Talking to myself
First tendrils of madness
Soaking in like butter
On warm bread.
It tickles.
Vagabond Prophet 