Thursday, August 1, 2019

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






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