Taco Tuesday
It’ll have to do
Until we can move to
The motherland.

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

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

Coat my throat with velvet

Black as night

Smooth as silk

And thick as the table.

– Vagabond Prophet

Even in the dead of winter, I crack a window just to feel your breath.

Vagabond Prophet

Scribbling in the dark, just to chase away these stowaways.

Vagabond Prophet

Spotlight

Sticks beating drums

Under dim light,

Red finish on the shells

Glint of cymbals.

Strings being strummed

Chords being plucked,

Melodies sung

Stories told.

I enjoyed it so,

Moving the air

And it moving people.

Most of all I loved

People enjoying

Something of my creation

And always asking for more.

– Vagabond Prophet

Homesick

A bride walks down the aisle

And all I have to show

Is a quivering smile.

I hold back the tears

Seeing her in splendour

Like I’ve done for years.

Truest beauty always seem to sadden

Reminding us we’re homesick

For somewhere we’ve never even been.

– Vagabond Prophet

Wishful Thinking

I love you for your kindness

I love you for your eyes

I love you for your words

The way they’re shaped by your lips.

I love you for your joy

Seeing a black world in rosy hues,

Wishful thinking granted.

You’ve done the same with me

Helping me become more human

Every new day.

– Vagabond Prophet

Rescue Line

Silent as a shadow

Creeping through a meadow

Vivid pinks

Lush greens.

Scattering seeds into the sky

Throwing way up high,

Sowing among the heavens

That fertile garden soil.

Things planted here

Don’t ever climb near

If I plant some hope

High up above

Will it dangle down?

A rescue line tossed by wind

Hanging at the end of everything.

– Vagabond Prophet