Sunday, January 24, 2016

A Poem by Scott Thomas Outlar


Dirty Counter

I digested
our last argument
at the kitchen counter
with half a bottle of vodka
while smoking marijuana
from an aluminum foil tissue paper roll

after leaving you upstairs
in bed
sound asleep
in some
pure oblivion
I'm sure

Just rage righteous
like you always do
and then leave the mess
for someone else to tend



Scott Thomas Outlar survived the chaos of both the fire and the flood . . . barely.  Now he spends the hours trying to figure out how to survive himself.  His words have appeared recently in venues such as Dissident Voice, Calliope Magazine, Yellow Chair Review, Eunoia Review, and Snapping Twig.  More of his writing can be found on his blog at 17numa.wordpress.com




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