SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR

SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR

PLASTIC PARASITES

I can feel the ground shake

it sounded like an earthquake

but might have been a bomb in the backyard

Looking through the window

disease in every detail

need to find a cure to set things right

Bullet through the glass breaks

I can feel my heart race

try to quiet nerves and remain calm

Breaking down the front door

uniformed in Kevlar

war across the sea comes home to roost

March and follow orders

sent down from the top brass

never questioned once and now we’re here

I’m starting to feel drastic

in this world made of plastic

drink a little oil and all is well

Black muck replaces blue blood

it’s spilling in the streets now

hear the sirens blare as chaos calls

Balkanize the forces

divide and conquer tactics

make sure the people never join as One

Lies spewed from every outlet

to propagate the madness

kick the dirty Truth under a rug

Fear they push runs rampant

heavy hearts grow saddened

the parasites surely feast well tonight

 

PIED PIPER

I like the trendy suits

that he wears,

and I like the hypnotic words

that he speaks.

But what about

his actions?

Oh, I don’t worry

my pretty little head

over things like that.

 

CHOKE HOLD GAG REFLEX

Up on the steep roof

blowing leaves from the gutter

I come to realize

an appreciation

of just how precious

and precarious

every single step in life is

One slip

might mess you up

Walking along beside the street

watching cars pass in the cold of night

I get a craving

for some fresh air

not just stale smoke

tailpipe smog fest

One breath

might seize the lungs

Staring straight at the TV screen

going numb in every neuron

I found a trance

with the program

turn my head off

and get sucked in

to the shallow waves

One hour

might drain all soul

Sitting down for a warm meal

dinner table with the heat on

I know it’s true

that the energy used

to keep me safe from cold

comes at the sad expense

of stealing Earth’s black gold

One drill

might shift the plates

Catching flak in my own mind

for creature comforts of the modern life

It’ll drive you mad trying to save the world

it’s all illusion, Lord, just lay me down

Sleeping soundly between satin sheets

snug and cozy carefree nonchalance

I paid my dues throughout the day

won’t wear a millstone through the night

SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR