Volume 3 Issue 4, October 2019

Scott Thomas Outlar

On Earth As It Is in Heaven

 

Sometimes the right words to say no longer exist

 

let the wound bleed out

it is only of the flesh

 

no sugarcoating left in your voice

or deeds

 

Sometimes the most sincere prayers simply don’t work

 

Sometimes the kiss of death comes served with a smile

 

but mostly we just carry salt

and regret

 

 

 

 

Ampere

 

Now the night is a blanket woven of fur

my heart is a moon hung soft with whispers

 

Headlights echo the same spark as stars

it’s such a shame how these gods toss their dice

 

Wheels are designed to keep turning by nature

records weave liquid seasons through plasma

 

Three winds charged, one electric

now the night is a storm without end

 

 

 

Equilibrium

 

Only show the cool pics

only speak when I’m clean

 

My bed cracked in half

last night

and now I can’t walk straight

 

Real life is a lover’s haze

 

Stumbling with our ghosts

and calling it a dance

 

 

If You See Me Passing By

 

Three vultures, fattened for winter,

perched on femur branches

 

strong enough to bear said weight

until the next train wreck

provides a meal.

 

A thousand cars, and a thousand more,

in a passerby sort of season

spent strolling the sidewalks.

 

Don’t worry,

that’s just the rain in my eyes.

About the Poet

Scott Thomas Outlar lives and writes in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. His books include: Songs of a Dissident (Transcendent Zero Press, 2015); Chaos Songs (Weasel Press, 2016); Happy Hour Hallelujah (CTU Publishing, 2016); Poison in Paradise (Alien Buddha Press, 2017); and Abstract Visions of Light (Alien Buddha Press, 2018); and Of Sand and Sugar (Cyberwit, 2019). More about Outlar’s work can be found at 17Numa.com.

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