For Some
For some
there is love
like a fire
through the
night…burning unquenchable
For some
the love is a flood
extinguishing…everything…
always
For some it
is simple…
For some it
is pure…
For some it
is right…
For some it
is even holy…
For others it is nonexistent...
Still Birth
In the end
all that
matters
is the
final poem
that pours
forth
from the
last lips
left living
on earth
as the
black smog
suffocates…everything.
It matters
not
that no one
will survive to read the words.
It matters
only
that they
were written,
that they
were felt,
that they
were experienced,
that they
were born…
Scott
Thomas Outlar was almost there...and then the illusion broke and
reality set in. His chapbook "A Black Wave Cometh" will be out in April
through Dink Press. More of his words can be read at 17numa.wordpress.com.
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