Sunshine and cigarette smoke
amalgamate
a new wave algorithm
that sums up the random equation
of divided light that pulses
through my bloody lungs
Each puff from the source
counterbalances the wellspring of life
with a dancing shutter step
toward the eventual yawning grave
I won’t hesitate
in the violent moves made
against this flesh and bone
because ash to ash
is the condition that my sights
have been set on all along
and I came here
to roam across this firmament
not only to stay warm
but to have a little fun
and get my kicks
while playing out the process
Nicotine is a laser bullet
howling through the lit up sky
to dangle as the ripest fruit
that kisses the apple of my blackened eye
and so I won’t cry
nor shed a sad lament
when the dust to dust
does what it must
while singing the last refrain
atop the grave song symphony of blues
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site https://17numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry and fiction can be found. His chapbook Songs of a Dissident will be released in January 2016 through Transcendent Zero Press, and his words have appeared recently in venues such as Words Surfacing, Yellow Chair Review, Verse-Virtual, Whispers, and Section 8 Magazine.
“When the dust to dust does…” Brilliant!
Reblogged this on 17numa and commented:
Cheers and thank you to Ian Chung for including my poem “Dancing Where My Plot Will Lie” at his great site Eunoia Review recently…