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
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This article was posted on Sunday, December 4th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.