this is a token
my secret slogan
my secret identity
running from thy entity
calls itself nomadic
when it’s just problematic

I demonize
resurrect
“devil worship”
in a blissful harmony
Death be my pillow and Life my pillar
mutually exclusive
I write with a blank head
this head is dead, kaput
filled with helium
and soot
I looked alive
and now I delve
I devour
my body filled with wheat
now of flour

the vagabond
drifter
the vagabond
condemned
to stay?

i wander
i ponder
and thus wander
i felt nothing
so i try to feel

the city
oh
my eyes, marbled and glassy
the lights
the windows
the city
my head, happy

but on a clear day,
you can see forever
and i cannot see three feet
where have the trees gone
impervious
mi madre
ma mere
my mother
my earth
my feet are refused her
refused dew born grass on bare feet
where are the other deer
there are no animals here
blood of my blood
nowhere
none near

so with revision
and contemplation
and unsure, premature opinion-making
i rephrase:
i am not the vagabond?
i am the nomad

i, thief, am alive too,
right?

my foul gaze degrades you
this stare
these blue eyes
they burn you
you quiver
dead

so i prowl
fixating on you
carnivorous
salivating
looking desperate
i die, too

music marinated
wyclef
lauryn hill
corinne bailey rae
bob dylan
wind

my mangy hair whips you like the cat toys of feathers on a string
the static electricity of our touch
flips on addiction
i am an adrenaline ******
a no good drug addict
with a burnt tongue
because nobody knows me
only what they presume
i am the facade
innocent
christian
quiet
weak

i am foul
there is no hell for me to burn in
that is fictitious
i am a writer?
so the bible is a book and no more

the vagabond
freighthoppper
reaper
who loves flowers and books
i am trapped by a tree on which I have climbed too high
i must fall
i can die

if i am dead
if i am dead
if i am dead
then i have courage
nothing left to lose
i slit my throat
to honor
Pazuzu

i was born during a tornado
quite literally
my energy in this world exploded
so i pray
when i pray
not to god
but to mother nature
and to the tornadoes of this world
my friend is the wind

Momma bought the trampoline
From man on the corner
With cobwebs in his hair
And when I start to jump
He always do stare

But when I start jumpin'
My eyes do fail
And I'm left with green skin
And rabbit ears
Don't know why
There's somethin' to that ol' Trampoline

Maybe cobweb hair man
Has cobweb magic
An' his ol' eyes do possess that *****
To make me hallucinate
Sick to my stomach
My hands are now stones
I am left cold straight to the bone

Years go by
And cobweb voodoo do still go on
So I get me a machete
And start wackin at the ol' *****
Voodoo man ain't watchin' now
Sky turn black
Trampoline turn black too
And it start oozing where I do wack

Still so much fun
***** might be voodoo
But momma never knew
And I always wanted a trampoline
So thank you