Sneaky Syndrome
Nuclear drip drop
from the top floor/with a
leaky valve syndrome
sucking out the radiation
to kiss kiss all the dolphins
until they’re schooled/
coming unglued/screwed
tight into a can of tuna
poisoned with mercury symptoms
to help us slowly forget
(cognitive dissonance)
all the mistakes
that have taken the (shaky) situation
up close to the edge
(looking over the ledge)
hanging on by a thread/
collapse immanent/mutation
in the rearview
is sneaking up fast
with corrupted DNA
being the gift
that will keep on giving for most…
though a third eye birth
will arrive for some/to see the light/
solar charged
with free energy awareness
to help sort through the mangled chaos
and crash evolution
headfirst into a future
that is screaming as a siren
from the far side
for someone to pull the trigger
“Sneaky Syndrome” originally appeared in Dissident Voice
Covering the Gamut
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this –
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that –
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course, about the other –
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angels –
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pillars of salt –
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burrow their way into your mind
where they
chisel themselves upon neuron stones
to
eternalize the scripture in an ecstatic flash dance –
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righteousness –
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revolution –
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renaissance –
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the Phoenix –
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the New Age
as Aquarius
cycles through the spheres of heaven
with a
wellspring of water
for those who
have an insatiable thirst for knowledge –
Poems about
Pisces in transit
as all the
flayed fish
starve on
the surface of earth –
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gasping gills –
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collapsing lungs –
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Empire and its prophesied collapse –
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lemmings that march
to the
orders barked by dogs of war –
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nuclear annihilation –
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stardust and flaking ash –
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entropy and evolution –
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love and romance –
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the yawning grave –
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this –
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that –
Poems, of
course, about the other –
Suck It up,
Buttercup
War all the
time
since the
dawn
Blood in
the streets
from the
cull
Eggs in the
pan
with the
poison
Flesh on
the cross
with a
hammer
Sex is the
drug
for the
masses
God is the
sieve
that keeps
draining
Death is
the urge
from the
womb
Love is the
luck
of the draw
Sleep is
the rest
for the
weary
Ripe is the
vine
in the
Summer
Harsh is
the truth
through it
all
Bio:
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com
where links to his published work can be found. His chapbook "Songs of a
Dissident" was released in 2015 through Transcendent Zero Press and is available on Amazon. Scott enjoys both wine and fresh vegetable juice...depending on his mood and state of mind.
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