August 10, 2015 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION




Scott Thomas Outlar




Satiating Urges



A hawk, wings outstretched, soars

majestically through a clear blue sky,

caught up in the wind currents,

laughing dizzily as it eyes

the field below,

looking for the next prey

upon which to swoop down

and snatch into its primal clutches

for a light snack.


A cottonmouth snake, three feet long, swims

through the river

beneath the bridge, slithering

its brown-splotched, scaly skin

toward the next victim

that it will stealthily

snap into with its poisoned fangs

to quench a natural hunger.


I walk along the roadside,

smiling at the hawk,

admiring the beauty and grace

with which it flies.


I stand upon the bridge,

cautiously eyeing the serpent,

understanding that soon enough

a less careful creature

will no longer be breathing.


I head back home,

hungrily moving toward a meal

to fill up my own belly

as this dog eat dog

process plays out as it must.








Sleep in the Bed That You Made




along the warpath



Heads down

taking orders



to the top brass



and kiss the ring



across the ocean


No worries

just obey


Flags wave

after the mission


Dreams haunted

forever after









Scott Thomas Outlar

Scott Thomas Outlar spends the hours flowing and fluxing to the rhythms of the Tao River while laughing at and/or weeping over life’s existential nature. More of his work can be found at 17numa.wordpress.com


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