Of Tumors and Tar

Resin and extract
caught in the throat of
a cough being swallowed

but sneezes
arrive in rushes
that can only
be described
as spiritual
bell tolls

Ring in my head like tinnitus
or pinch the nerve of sciatic

My father passed away ten years ago

that’s nearly a quarter of my life
spent with a fallen hero

and not a lick of the spoils
can satisfy the tongue of expectations

if the vision seeking absolution
is swept up in a perpetual spiral

so we create some semblance of sense out of chaos
by building blocks with make-believe structures

only to be kicked over
by the innocence of youth or the final breath exhaling

The more tightly our hands grasp and squeeze
the quicker sand escapes through fingered sieves

so weep not for that which has been lost
and smile instead that it ever existed

The righteousness of nostalgic memories
is the sweetest blessing of consciousness in repose

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.