Empty Electronic / But / Still Haunted / The Second Coming/Don’t Choke / Easy Does It – by SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR

Empty Electronic

Flash drive oblivion

white washed

with scarlet light fever

soothing the scabs

with a salve of scratches

down

to the bone

that grinds to dust

that fades to dirt

that dances on the ash

and laughs

with full moon madness

under pulsing stars

puncturing black holes

in the empty night

while webs

of electric sirens

sing woven psalms

across the sky

But

I am not in love,

and so I have

no one

to whom

I can write a love song.

But her hair was lovely,

and her smile was amber honey.

But her lust was eager,

and her comfort was an even greater gift.

I cannot remember

the way electric currents

traveled from

her fingertips

to mine.

But her skin was a garden,

and her light was purely born within.

But her breath was an ocean,

and her voice was soft whispered lilacs.

I am not in love,

and so I have

no one

to whom

I can sing a love song.

Still Haunted

On a day such as this

with the weather so nice

I remember what it was like

to just drive

with you by my side

toward any destination

so long as you

were still there

when we arrived

On a day such as this

I know exactly

how it feels

to be alone

The Second Coming/Don’t Choke

Maybe the funniest thing

I’ve ever heard

(at least in the past day)

was a woman

from the crowd

of a deep fried asparagus

speed eating competition

screaming lines such as,

“Don’t overstuff your mouth!”;

and, “Keep swallowing!”

Sage advice,

considering the circumstances.

I had to pause the video

to document her wisdom for posterity,

so there’s no telling

what message

she might still

decree from God.

Part II

“Make sure you breathe,”

wound up being the next eternal nugget

heard after hitting play.

All cynicism aside,

I must admit,

that’s some pretty solid stuff

for any situation –

Easy Does It

Sitting here

with a stupid

silent smile,

I wait patiently

for the words

to flow

while meditating

on the absolute

splendor

of God, nature,

and all that is good

in this world.

No wars in my mind.

No hatred in my heart.

No chemicals in my blood.

Sometimes it’s just fine

to be at peace

while pondering

how beautiful

this gift of life

truly is.

No metaphors.

No hidden meaning.

No uneasy urges.

The birds sing,

the wind blows,

the season of Spring

cycles into bloom,

and I

close my eyes

to feel the source

kiss my soul

as a gentle caress

soothes

all my wounds

with a salve

of blessed bliss.

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