Cannibalizing Nostalgia

by Scott Thomas Outlar / June 23rd, 2019

I need to take a walk on Saturn
black robes/dead eyes

smoke the promises in orbit (adrift)
little white lies

get high on every
what if … almost … not quite

sleep sweetly in lost spaces tonight
in the pines/you know you’re right

I need to taste the dust
powdered on your burdened wings

smell the anger you exude (imbibe)
angel of desolation

get hung on every
hang nail … cut cord … broken star

fall softly through empty vacuum
in the abyss/our own hearts consumed

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, June 23rd, 2019 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.