Of Tongues and Jesters

by Scott Thomas Outlar / May 12th, 2019

Kill a few dreams
so others can breathe

I’m feeling cool
but in all the wrong ways

Birth, baby, birth
the same old wars on fire

Lick where it’s clean
and spit in the face of blank stare

Kill a few gods
pocket the stones

I’m feeling sold
but it might be a trick of the light

Cough, baby, cough
the ghosts are versed in gasoline

Stab where it’s soft
and dance in these holes we have blessed

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.

This article was posted on Sunday, May 12th, 2019 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.