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







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






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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