…Had a Great Fall

I will build you a wall
with the head
of every enemy
(mounted) nailed
to a spike
at the top
(where Jericho bleeds
in silent
torture [watching the cycles

I will confound your eyes (or at least
what remains
of a wandering

w/ Russia, Russia, Russia (xxx) betwixt (and behind) the scenes

I will dig up
your cold war
(bag of) bones
to wage war (anew)
only to bury them
(beyond the burn point) again

I will invade your heart
with the suffered cross
of all past lovers (or bread leavened)

to leave you stained
with a message
you never agreed to buy
to begin with (bargain basement blowout
slow to surface)

sold down
the river
with a {soiled} bill
of dead-end goods
(bad gods gone worse)

I will burden you
with (barbwire)
and Chinese (water teasing/twisted fingers)
in this stone age (final days) of division

(make a wish/write a law/
cross your heart/ hope to die (or sigh
or sing on high
hey, hallelujah)/

hold your breath
until you’re blue (clownish hue)
in the face
to match the (ocean view) flood
of this blood-let
(me down

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 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.