1st Place Scott Thomas Outlar – ‘Maple Syrup Sex Appeal’
Poisonous porcupines are falling from the torn sky today, piercing with pinpoint precision into my head. I don’t have the right type of extraction needles handy so I just let the poison seep in deeply until every raw nerve in my system is on fire with pain.
The bleached sun is draining all its angst in a fit; no love being shown for this tired Earth that its warm solar light is meant to be replenishing. The vines are withering from a severe lack of water in this drought come lately. A black cat just spit up a spiked lizard’s tail after the jagged scales tore its stomach to shreds.
That heart you carved into the tree trunk back when our love was young and vibrant is looking more lonely by the hour as the brand loses its selling power and all the initials dry up from a lack of proper funding. Molten magma maple syrup seeps out from the wound, covering the romantic gesture with a sticky membrane that no amount of makeup sex will ever wash away.
The tired, empty bed of disillusion is calling your name in a broken tongue that sounds like disjointed gibberish, babbling nonsense all the while without a solid theory foundation to stand upon. The walls are caving under the massive pressure of a lazy barometric assault sent from heaven. Pull the cold sheets up around your scarred body to block the star light to a dim fade. This is absolution on its worst behavior, suggesting strongly that you give in to every sinful base desire that forever holds the mortal flesh weighed down in guilt.
Scott in his own words:
“Scott Thomas Outlar survived the chaos of both the fire and the flood…barely. Now he spends the hours flowing and fluxing with the ever changing tide of the Tao River while laughing at and/or weeping over life’s existential nature. Links to his published poetry, fiction, and essays can be found at 17numa.wordpress.com.”