Poetry by Scott Thomas Outlar ScottThomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com 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.
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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;
or
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.
