At The Speed Of Contact, poetry by Scott Thomas Outlar at

At The Speed Of Contact

At The Speed Of Contact

written by: Scott Thomas Outlar



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

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 Hope Anthology of Poetry from CultureCult Press as well as the 2019, 2020, and 2021 Western Voices editions of Setu Mag. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past seven years. Selections of his poetry have been translated into Afrikaans, Albanian, Azerbaijani, Bengali, Dutch, French, Hindi, Italian, Kurdish, Malayalam, Persian, Serbian, and Spanish. His seventh book, Evermore, was written along with coauthor Mihaela Melnic and released in 2021. More about Outlar's work can be found at 17Numa.
Scott Thomas Outlar

Latest posts by Scott Thomas Outlar (see all)