Throwing My Hands in the Air



I’ll listen

to an intelligent

person speak

and just be

blown away

by the fact

that all their knowledge

is stored

in a small blob

of fleshy tissue

with electrical currents

pumping feverishly

to bring thoughts

from neurons

to tongue

and out into the world

as audible vibrations.


In fact,

I’ve just realized

that it simply

can’t be true…

there’s just no way

to rationally explain

the phenomenon.


Screw all the science,

the theories are


This life is an illusion.


is a computer simulation

of some sort.

I’ve had enough…

I’m going back to sleep!




Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, and books can be found. He recently received three Pushcart Prize nominations for his work in 2016. Scott serves as an editor at Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Blue Mountain Review, The Peregrine Muse, and Novelmasters.


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