Whatever Falls Out While You're Flipping Around, a poem written by Scott Thomas Outlar at Spillwords.com

Whatever Falls Out While You’re Flipping Around

Whatever Falls Out While You’re Flipping Around

written by: Scott Thomas Outlar

 

galactic plasma
the pattern upon which
all crowned decisions
are plastered

the many-hued reflections
from black sky and buck moon

antlers impale ribcage
render me torn open

I will spill my story for you
though I’ve nearly run out of words

watch me dance
as the fool
one more time
before a wizened form
is shuffled out

I’ve witnessed it burn from so many angles
please just hold me through a portion of the reprieve

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