Midnight Wonder

Head in the clouds,
Soul on the brink

Of salvation and/or annihilation
At any/every moment.

The signs in the sky
Appear to point out our future in space.

The signs in my mind
Seek to find the path home to source.

But the signs on the street
Are marketed for entirely different ends,
Singing their songs about realtors
Who have erected
New neighborhoods
As far as the eye can see
In this suburban wonderland
(Call Alice;
She might know
The truth by now).

Chopping down trees,
Chasing deer
From their home.
Come meet me at midnight,
My friend;
We’ll stare straight
Into heaven’s void together.

I too know
What it is
To roam.

Scott Thomas Outlar

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Outlar was a recipient of the 2017 Setu Magazine Award for Excellence in the field of literature. Selections of his poetry have been translated into Afrikaans, Albanian, Dutch, Italian, French, Persian, and Serbian. He has been a weekly contributor for the cultural newsletter Dissident Voice since 2014. His most recent book, Abstract Visions of Light, was released in 2018 through Alien Buddha Press. His show, Songs of Selah, airs weekly on 17Numa Radio.


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