Scott Thomas Outlar- Two Poems

System Shift

Blood stained glass
drizzles down a cutthroat sky
in a dog eat dog
paradise gone slightly awry
with subtle shifts
toward apocalyptic fervor
when the truth can’t get a word in
edgewise
at the broken angle
where the angels gather
to dance on pin tops
and scream to the heavens
with their symphony of the stars
Calling out the sun’s rage
to get a taste of quick fire
filling the veins with magma
pulsing the earth with temptations
to blow the top off
and get a cheap thrill big cheer
from the oil drenched system
as it falls by the wayside
making room for some fresh growth
where all the weeds
have been gathering for ages
awaiting the opportunity to flourish
in a world gone to pot
once the bones are laid to rest


Date Night

Me and a bottle of Malbec
are going to get funky this evening.
That sweet kiss
of ruby red
never treats me poorly,
never goes out behind my back,
never has to say I’m sorry
after doing me oh so wrong.
All I have to do
is suck on her slowly
until she’s bone dry
and I pass out.
No walk of shame needed.
No uncomfortable morning greeting.
Every one night stand
gets tossed in the bin,
and then it’s on to the next
in a long line of lovers
that never runs out.



Scott Thomas Outlar screams into the empty void and waits for whispered echoes in the night. His chapbook "A Black Wave Cometh" will be out in April through Dink Press. More of his writing can be found at 17numa.wordpress.com.