Product Placement

Place your tax break
near my lower bracket
and then brace
for balance
upon impact
as I send you swirling
toward the higher class
of holy angels
that walk amongst us
here on earth.

Place your precious lips
around the swollen ego
of my liver
and then start to suck
twenty years of wine
from the organ
one glass at a time;
red or white,
the story remains
ever the same.

Place your nuclear warhead
on the tip of my tongue
and then dance a jig
as the fireworks ignite
in an electric symphony
of infinite explosions
while I tap and tease
every triggered red button
I can find
for my greedy little fingers.

Place your hopes and dreams
close to my weathered ears
with a wanton whisper
until the winds of change
begin blowing hard
across the wonderland of winter
and the scales
of the seasons shift
as the righteous gavel
falls hard and splinters.

Place your lucky penny
between the copper folds
of my blistered palm
and squeeze my hand
with primal passion
until the fist
is red and screaming
as a thousand coins
like grains of sand
slip sadly through the sieve.

This is a reprint of work originally published in Dissident Voice.

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. Scott was a recipient of the 2017 Setu Magazine Award for Excellence in the field of literature. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past four years.