Scott Thomas Outlar

Scott Thomas Outlar

Throwing My Hands in the Air

 

Sometimes

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

incomplete.

This life is an illusion.

Reality

is a computer simulation

of some sort.

I’ve had enough…

I’m going back to sleep!

 

 

 

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com 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.

Scott Thomas Outlar

scott thomas outlar

 

Abandoned City

 

 

Who lived in this street?

Who died in this street?

Who wept in this street?

Who screamed in this street

about God,

about war,

about love?

Who built this temple?

Who tore it down?

Who spit on this grave?

Who rose again

on the sixteenth day

as the sun

burned, burned, burned

with its song of the ages?

 

 

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Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, and interviews can be found. He has three poetry collections currently available: Songs of a Dissident (Transcendent Zero Press, 2015), Happy Hour Hallelujah (CTU Publishing, 2016), and Chaos Songs (Weasel Press, 2016).

Scott Thomas Outlar

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Sacramental Revelation

 

I want to taste fresh blood,

but a bite on your lips

or a kiss

on the vein of your wrist

will never suffice,

for I need a slice

of jugular

to satiate

the source of this passion.

 

I want to burn the sky,

but a bomb built on earth

or a burst

of nuclear fission from above

will not do the job,

for I’m hard

as a rock

with the urge

to press more than little red buttons.

 

I want to feast on raw flesh,

but that white cotton dress

or the sex

promised underneath its secrets

are not what I seek,

for the scent

of your skin

will not even begin

to kill the call of this craving.

 

 

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, and books can be found. He also lets things hang loose here on his new FB page.