Only One Can Make the Grade

Slow drip in the pipes
of the tenth dimension.

Parachute through the ozone
with your blanket comfort of platitudes.

Wrap me up in fuzzy layers
of plucked feathers and apricot fur.

Breakfast served on a silver platter
with cacao nibs hot to trot and fervent.

Kiss-kiss on a tree limb
when the Tao bends the willow.

Walk atop the river’s thin skin
to manufacture urgent reactions.

Empty sleeves and parlor tricks
hidden in the hollow of crooked teeth.

Pearly white puffs of cloud
signal smoke between huffing lungs.

Collapse the center just for kicks
to see how many giggles come with chaos.

Gene swarm in the hot soup
where juices are sluiced to reveal golden miracles.

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.