Scott Thomas Outlar- Two Poems

The Marrow

  

I will take this

to the core

of the marrow

where chaos is married

to an emerging order

so we may find

the structure

to satisfy desires

of both flesh and soul

in this strange world

where suffering

somehow leads to joy

and all the pain

tests the limit

until pleasure is reached

I will fade out

in the night

like a sun

that no longer burns

but folds up shop

in disintegration

toward entropy

and dissolution

in this dying cosmos

where each breath

is a blessing

and each kiss

is a lesson

unto the grave

A Mouth Full of Ashes

  

I never thought of myself as being Jesus

but I certainly never thought

of myself as being Judas either

Until the kiss of death

was placed upon the lips

and the bag of silver

was placed inside my hand

Then I came to realize

that I am the traitor

I am the liar

I am the sell out

I am the fire in the heart of darkness

and now I don’t know how

to put these flames to rest

I don’t know how

to absolve the sin of my betrayal

I don’t know how

to fix what I have done

Forgive me, Lord, for I am human

and I have fallen

far

Bio:

Scott Thomas Outlar chases chaos to the ends of the earth, then doubles back, takes a breather, and starts the whole game over again. Links to his poetry, fiction and essays can be found on his blog 17numa.wordpress.com.