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 originally hails from Atlanta, Georgia. He now resides and writes in Frederick, Maryland. His work has been nominated multiple times for both the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. He guest-edited the Hope Anthology of Poetry from CultureCult Press as well as the 2019-2023 Western Voices editions of Setu Mag. Selections of his poetry have been translated and published in 15 languages. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past ten years. More about Outlar's work can be found at 17Numa.
Latest posts by Scott Thomas Outlar (see all)
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