The Good Old Days

by Scott Thomas Outlar / December 4th, 2022

We always rode
the late night trains

or walked
by moonlight
to the next hit
in the distance

Stardust fever
was an addiction

Salivating tongues
licked the universal flux
and synchronicity
was as common
as the sun
rising each morning

We huddled close
to the junkies

or kissed the streets
and the golden feet
of homeless gurus
singing silent stories
long forgotten
by civilization

Central heating
was our savior

and we slept like babies
medicated with a pacifier of gin

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 4th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.