Survival Instincts
I came to
you with a kiss
and left
only with the sword
you placed
into my side
Your lips
were always red
but now
bloody, too
after your
touch upon my neck
If this is
your idea of evolution
then I
guess I just don’t get it
because it
has left me only bruised
Et tu
It feels
like my nerves
are being
slashed
with an
electric whip
Hobbling
around
like an old
decrepit man
After all
the damage
that I’ve
done to this body
I’m just
thankful
it’s still
in as good of condition as it is
but every
few months
my back
tightens up
as if
Brutus
just stuck
his knife in
all the way
to the hilt
It’s a lazy
overcast afternoon
which
provides the perfect opportunity
to rest and
hopefully heal
Maybe I can
use the pain
to reach a
state of consciousness
that leads
to Nirvana
A few deep
breaths
A few Hail
Marys
There is no
physical pain
This world
is an illusion
Yea, just
keep repeating the mantra
until
enlightenment arrives
or it’s
time to take the next dose of medicine
Collapsing Organs
Kidneys
crashing, solid as a rock,
spoiled
with the raw night
Liver
floating, bloated as a whale,
sinking to
the bottom
Heart
slashed, bloody red wide open,
no longer
able to function
Mind
frayed, twisted in a knot,
unravelling
without a purpose
Lungs
gasping, crying for a breath,
sinking in,
collapsing, gone
Bio:
Scott
Thomas Outlar spends the hours dancing with the waves of the Tao River
while laughing at and/or weeping over life's existential nature. Links
to his poetry, essays and fiction can be found at 17numa.wordpress.com.
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