SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR

SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR

SCRIBBLING NOTES ON THE CREST OF A WAVE

I want to write my way

to the gates of heaven

and have God say

what a good job I’ve done

but all these letters

and numbers

and words

and signs

can never bring salvation

it’s all a matter of time

I want to walk my way

to the edge of tomorrow

and have life say

what a good day we’ll have

when all these plants

and flowers

and fruits

and vines

offer of their nectar

it’s all a bleeding of mind

I want to work my way

to the height of transcendence

and have love say

what a good climb to take

as all these tests

and trials

and floods

and fires

lead up to the summit

it’s all a spreading of wings

 

GAGGING ON THE GLORY

When a storm arrives

and weeps its rain in wrath

from the heavens above,

I am shielded by love.

My soul protected by God,

my flesh by an umbrella,

my heart by eternal warmth

that burns steady at the source.

Nicotine from the day’s first cigarette

opens blood vessels

and drives the nutrition

of a spirulina, wheat grass, chlorella concoction

straight into hyped-up veins.

Pollution and poison

puked out in toxic plumes

through the machinations of madmen

all across the world

could never soil my spirit

when immunity hits its highest note.

Let the devils choke

while the angels sing.

Let the demons meet their demise

while the children dance and thrive.

Let the societies of secrets spoil

as the New Age rises to a boil.

Let the old guard fall dead in its tracks

as the stars align and we never look back.

Fierce is the flood

that focuses fury

with a righteous rage

to purge the past

and pave smooth paths

on a glorious day.

Wave bye-bye

to the ominous sky

that speaks with dark lies

as a fresh set of eyes

open to the sight

of a shifting cosmic light.

 

EXCLAMATIONS IN THE DARK

I will slide with you

through the silhouette of days

and we will bark

in the shade

at the shadow of trees

and we will feast

on golden crumbs

at the feet of kings

and we will suck

on cherry juice

at the top of mountains

and we will lust

in our longings

toward war and peace

and we will die

a thousand deaths

just to be reborn

and we will laugh

as we dance

through waves of chaos

and we will scream

with shredded lungs

to make our point

SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR

SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR hosts the site 17Numa.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Selections of his poetry have been translated into Afrikaans, Albanian, Dutch, Italian, French, Persian, and Serbian. He has been a weekly contributor for the cultural newsletter Dissident Voice since 2014. His most recent book, Abstract Visions of Light, was released in 2018 through Alien Buddha Press. His podcast, Songs of Selah, airs weekly on 17Numa Radio.