Silver lace
silk stockings
hang from a
blood red moon,
dripping honey sweet nectar
through a melted liquid sky
with Zelaznian colors
splashing neon
upon the blank
black
canvass of space
Far out, man…
sounds real trippy –
Don’t mind me
but now I’m itching
to smoke the sound
of entropy’s song
and steel raw nerves
as the music speaks
with waves of adrenaline
through crashing veins
The haunting wails
from the hunting grounds
moan in broken violence
weeping against the changing
tide of light
Chasing the dragon
down rabbit holes
to hit the high note
with a fever pitch
pulling no punches
while flipping the switch
as electric neuron symphony
ignites to explode
with a velvet atomic rose
The orchestra is a butterfly magnet
bleeding through the veil
between vibrations
Chasing the frequency
Chasing the antidote
Chasing the remedy
Chasing the wicked truth
as a dagger
to the side
of the soul
letting out a final sigh
as the heavens collapse
Be not afraid
for the angels
cast out
with clipped wings
of fractured fear
for they have
nine lives
and always seem
to land
so softly
in the
fall
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My two poems “Conditioning” and “The Big Puzzle” are included in the new Summer 2015 edition of The Bond Street Review. I’ve now had a chance to read through this issue…it is chalk full of good work from poets such as Alison Grayhurst, A.J. Huffman, Michael Lee Johnson, John Grey, and several others.
It’s been a pleasure connecting with so many new people the past few weeks. I appreciate everyone who has been reaching out. I very much enjoy meeting and getting in the loop with fellow writers, poets, and artists of all sort. For anyone who would like to connect, please feel free to contact me on Facebook and Twitter.
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
17Numa 
Everything you write is so wonderful, my love ❤
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Thank you, sweet swan. Your words mean the world to me, Irsa. Te dua shume.
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