Smell Test

by Scott Thomas Outlar / December 29th, 2019

The Emperor has no clothes
and the King is long since dead
but dressed up in a suit
for all seasons –

even those where widows weep
and new brides shine cold carcass feet
with oils gone dry over ages

Build a casket of crumbling bones
and drop ten pennies in the well
then beg for wishes
to enflame the marrow
with whispers akin to prayers

The King is dead
Long live the King –

that rotting corpse of creation
cycling through the system
to make a stink

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, December 29th, 2019 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.