By
Scott Thomas Outlar
The Marrow
I will take this
to the core
of the marrow
where chaos is married
to an emerging order
so we may find
the structure
to satisfy desires
of both flesh and soul
in this strange world
where suffering
somehow leads to joy
and all the pain
tests the limit
until pleasure is reached
I will fade out
in the night
like a sun
that no longer burns
but folds up shop
in disintegration
toward entropy
and dissolution
in this dying cosmos
where each breath
is a blessing
and each kiss
is a lesson
unto the grave
Bird Song
but I love with passion
despite the friction
A bird sings at 5 a.m.
and has the ear of the whole neighborhood
I’d like to be that bird
getting heard
One more drink at 5:15 a.m.
because the symphony is straight from God
I’ve never heard such silence
surround one solitary note
I’d like to pass out
but I need to finish my drink
and then pour some water
into these veins
before my head smashes against the pillow
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