I see exactly four stars.
North
South
East
West.
Which one do I follow
To bring me
Crashing at your door?
I’m so lost
Please help me.
I’m not so proud now
Just say something.
– Vagabond Prophet
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Hoping
I think I’m getting worse
Let it be as wine
Refining for a time.
Letting all bitterness
Bubble out
Hoping sweetness
Is left behind.
– Vagabond Prophet
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
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
Grass only half
Covered in frost
Incomplete transformation .
Come back soon
Finish what you’ve started.
– 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
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