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( votes)At The Speed Of Contact
written by: Scott Thomas Outlar
@17Numa
It will come like a god
chasing the tail
that was never really there.
Spinning all our tops off.
Melting nine hearts and a globe.
Slow down, baby,
take a breath, we’ve got this.
It will come like a guard
off its rails
speeding 170 mph.
Slung to the side of the street.
Standing up, dusting off, shaking loose, moving on.
I can see for miles in the distance.
Take my hand, or don’t; please keep smiling either way.
It will come like a sun
spitting through clouds
with a big wish during climax.
Dancing near the gates of heaven.
Breaking five laws, but none of them matter.
Quick, catch the truth, my dear;
it’s always here … until it isn’t.
Scott Thomas Outlar
Scott Thomas Outlar lives and writes in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. He guest-edited the 2019 and 2020 Western Voices editions of Setu Mag. Selections of his poetry have been translated into Afrikaans, Albanian, Bengali, Dutch, French, Italian, Kurdish, Persian, Serbian, and Spanish. His sixth book, Of Sand and Sugar, was released in 2019. His podcast, Songs of Selah, airs weekly on 17Numa Radio and features interviews with contemporary poets, artists, musicians, and health advocates. More about Outlar's work can be found at 17Numa.
Latest posts by Scott Thomas Outlar (see all)
- Blue Pines - May 25, 2020
- Revelations in The Marrow - November 1, 2019
- At The Speed Of Contact - August 1, 2019
