WHIRLING PRANA Instinctual movement is what holds this orbit together Wind-blown aura spontaneous action Wherever the moment is centered I will find and feel you there like a crazed disciple and, Lord, we shall dance as if the truth’s been told A LOT OF GOOD, OUR THUMBS The fog of war has never been thicker and every angle of attack casts its own shadow of propaganda upon the scene but I give a wide berth to all they’re selling – be it bombs, sanctions, or nuclear annihilation I found a forecast in the woods about the end of days where seven squirrels told me why they buried all their nuts just for this age and the sparrow sang a song that hurt my heart and the patient worms were licking their chops but I stared straight toward the sun praying for violet promised my palms and the flesh thereof because God only knows how we’ll build this bridge anew SERENADE OF SIRENS An ambulance screams and twenty cars pull over The emergency vehicle maneuvers through a congested intersection speeds onward Traffic resumes its natural motion as each car is guided by a human being going somewhere to do human things in an inhumane world but everyone bears the brunt of it well as one crew races to save the day and all the rest of us do our best to stay in rhythm so please just show some mercy with your next siren serenade
Scott Thomas Outlar is originally from Atlanta, Georgia. He now lives and writes in Frederick, Maryland. He is the author of seven books, and his work has been nominated multiple times for both the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. More about Outlar’s work can be found at 17Numa.com
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