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Maternity Ward

Maternity ward

Woman puking everything out

Except her guts,

Good thing, she’s going to need them.

Shrieks and wails and screams

From rooms 4011, 4023, and 4033.

Life so weighty it spills forth

One way or another.

Like a fisherman with too great a catch,

Little fish pouring over the gunnels.

Tiny little generals

Conquering hearts in an instant.

– Vagabond Prophet

No Reasoning


There’s no reasoning with demons

Fight or run,

Only options.

Can’t run from something inside you,

Exercise in damnation.

Like talking to a wolf,

Doesn’t look you in the eye

Or read your lips

Or even listen.

Just stares at your neck

That expanse of weakness,

Hunger incarnate.

– Vagabond Prophet

Tuber Lessons

Down underneath covered up

Spreading deeper and deeper

And always covered in filth.

This song is about potatoes.

They’ve known dirt

They’ve known darkness

And they’ve known their place.

Just above that

But with thoughts no higher

I spread and grow

Reaching out with fingers like roots

Soaking up all there is.

Maybe this song is about me.

I’ve known dirt

I’ve known darkness

Where is my place?

Further out on the same level

Roots everywhere intertwine

Fighting for water sources

Choking each other out.

Okay this song is about all of us.

We’ve known dirt

We’ve known darkness

Let’s learn from the spud

And learn our place.

– Vagabond Prophet

Need and Needles


Driving downtown seeing all kinds of people,

Walking everywhere in haphazard zigs and zags

Unshaven, unwashed, mind reeling from life.

Existing is a heavy weight

Sometimes too much to bare,

It wrinkles the straight creases in the mind

Making things appear that weren’t

Or taking away what you’d known.

It’s not just bums who chose this life,

It’s Ricky who’d been raped as a boy,

It’s Vicki who’s children

Don’t speak to her anymore.

When there’s this much need

And needles,

It’s everyone’s problem

And there’s no fencing it in.

– Vagabond Prophet

No Hurry

vagabondprophet:

Waves lapping the shore

Nonchalant

There’s no hurry here.

All the time in the world

To reshape the world

The great architect that water is.

Let me share your surface

To traverse your great expanse

Fill me with your breath

So I can glide with ease.

No engine humming

No gasoline

Just you and me

Caressing each other.

You capsize me with a gust

And into your depths I’m thrust

No longer just a sailor, but fulfilling sailors dreams,

I become part of the vastness.

– Vagabond Prophet