Spotlight: Scott Thomas Outlar

Poetry by Scott Thomas Outlar Scott
Thomas Outlar hosts the site where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, and books can be found. He is a Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize nominee whose work has appeared in hundreds of literary venues, both in the United States and internationally. Scott serves as an editor for Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Blue Mountain Review, The Peregrine Muse, and Novelmasters.
Scott Thomas Outlar
Numbers Game
Let’s stay awake
through all hours of the night,
here with the pillows,
and talk about heavy subjects
such as whether or not
soulmates actually exist;


let’s get sloppy drunk
to receive the revelation
that the sky is set to fall
in eleven hours.

Age is just a number,
it’s true…
until it kills you.

Platitudes and empty promises
are not one and the same.
I’ve consumed them both in triple doses.
One keeps me high as a kite
most of the time,
and the other always
leaves me in the lurch.

Prophecies and hand-me-downs
predict a righteous future.
I saw you up there screaming for your silver.
Even if you collect a pile
of jewels and gold,
you’ll still be starving and cold
by the time you taste your grave.

Bacchanalian Sundown with S’mores
The only person that some people
will lie to in life is themselves.
Even this
is bound to catch up sometimes.

Others are far more indiscriminate
with the way in which they spread their wicked wares.
But such as these
are easy to see
from three thousand miles away
with ten thousand rays of light
shining bright, shining hard, shining true.

They always catch themselves on fire
in the end,
and some of us
love to watch
a good flame burn.

So let us laugh
and dance
with wine
and marshmallows.

So let us sing
and weep
with tears
of honest joy.

Zero-Point Transition
This is not a poem about me
even though I have already used the word me twice
and I will use the word I thrice
by the time it’s through

Lose your smaller self
to the source
and you just might find
something bigger
smiling back
at your simpler soul

Floor It 

When red turns to green,
it’s not just a sign of new buds
shifting into leaves during spring.