Escaping The Web by Scott Thomas Outlar

Now that I have cum…
my mind is clear
yet less focused,
less fiery, less whatever.

Now that I have cum…
life and death
seem meaningless,
the chaos matters not.

Now that I have cum…
the rage is spent
but so is all passion
along with the urge toward
a higher destiny.

Now that I have cum…
the trap is set,
the snares have grasped my flesh.

Now that I have cum…
I must
escape this foreign bed.

Now that I have cum…
I must
leave the past behind
and set sail alone
toward a better day.

Now that I have cum…
I will grow
a new seed,
a stronger seed,
a better seed –
more evolved, more intense,
more geared toward
and ready for
the Apocalypse.

Scott Thomas Outlar survived both the fire and the flood – now he dances in celebration while waiting on the next round of chaos to commence. Otherwise, he keeps things fairly chill, spending the days flowing and fluxing with the tide of the Tao River, laughing at life’s existential problems, and writing prose-fusion poetry dedicated to the Phoenix Generation. His work has appeared recently in venues such as Section 8 Magazine, Dead Snakes, The Chaffey Review, Corner Club Press, Black Mirror Magazine, Dissident Voice, and The Kitchen Poet. Scott’s first attempt at a blog is 17Numa.wordpress.com.