Two poems by Scott Thomas Outlar

This Message Will Self Destruct

Green gunk (black tar)
Jell-O junk (lung plaque)
slip sloshing
 
through a melted puddle
of oozing neurons
 
bleeding out the ears
draining from the nose
 
A thousand bottles of wine
lined up in the liver
for a come to Jesus moment
 
Sayeth the Lord:
These miracles I have given unto thee
did, of course, come with a warning label
 
Should have read the fine print
on the back of the package
before the heart of the message
went up in holy flames




Better Off Buried

Love lost –
What more to say?
 
There is a point
of no return,
and once it’s reached
we just continue
to bury ourselves further
because the thought
of digging out from the hole
is too much effort.
 
Love died –
It’s ugly in the big empty.
 
There are high stakes
in the game of life,
and once they’ve been waged
without return
for far too long
the thought of playing fair
just doesn’t seem
like its own reward.
 
Love buried –
It’s silent in the fallen abyss.
 
The truth is heavy
when the heart is hollow,
and once the blood
dries up and cakes,
the crumbs left over
could not feed
one lonely soul
that craves a larger feast.


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 About the author: Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, and interviews can be found. His words have appeared recently in venues such as The Seventh Quarry, The Angry Manifesto, Vagabonds, and Five 2 One Magazine. Scott's chapbook "Songs of a Dissident" was released in 2015 through Transcendent Zero Press and is available on Amazon.

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