SlateWipe me clean without Clorox or bleach just simple honesty Sanitation is next to salvation in some circles Sacred vowels squeak ooh and ah before sighing Little spaces in the corner dusted off brought to surface made to shine Lord, help me find the right words to tithe All I have left to offer are my dreams ***
Divorced from Self/Born AnewOne of the least enjoyable experiences in life is having one’s ego crushed, but God knows it may also just turn out to be the most important in the end. For better or for worse. ***
Here and Now (and After)Bury my bones beneath the dirt where trees once towered before civilization took hold. When the time comes, let my remains bathe naked in the soil; no casket, no box, no boundaries except the caress of earth itself. Dance and sing atop the plot where I’m laid to rest, and make merry at a funeral filled with laughter. But until that fateful day arrives, let our eyes flow with tears of joy, let our tongues tease out prayers of peace, let our lips shout words of love, and let our lives be spent making the most of every moment with which we’re blessed. ***
Wet LeavesDrug me, and drag me through the gutter; I will splatter in the vomit of your love… if you let me. ***
Scott Thomas Outlar lives and writes in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, and selections of his poetry have been translated into Afrikaans, Albanian, Dutch, French, Italian, Kurdish, Persian, and Serbian. His sixth book, Of Sand and Sugar, was released in 2019 through Cyberwit Press.
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