I gaze sleepily across the shore of city lights. Stars from a sky we’re slowly pulling down.
Vagabond Prophet
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Sanctuary
Can I just stay in bed?
Where the sheets hold us warm
And you breathe in time
With our love.
No matter what the day holds
There’s always sanctuary here.
– Vagabond Prophet
Current
Sky thick with clouds
Like you took the stuffing
From my blanket
Tossed straight up.
The wind is flowing
Reminders with direction
Pointing to you
Always to you.
Some people say
You haven’t spoken in ages
Saying, “there’s no current here.”
They’re just not paying attention.
– Vagabond Prophet
What’s your favourite digit?
Mine is your finger
The one you use to stroke my hair
When you think I’m asleep.
Vagabond Prophet
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 Beer Here
I’m out of whiskey
I’m out of beer
I’m out of wine
You’ll find no liquor here.
If you find me dead,
Just pour on me a shot,
Watch the words stuck inside
Come leaking out in blots.
– 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
Daylight savings
More like nightlight displacement,
My mornings are dark again
And I couldn’t be more pleased.
Arriving for the day
Clad in silky blackness.
Vagabond Prophet
How is there two of me?
I say things I don’t understand
And I wonder what’s on the inside of myself,
If I don’t know who does?
Does anybody else feel like a mystery to themself?
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
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