Forcing the Issue / Soured at First - Scott Outlar


Forcing The Issue

The mundane

can be made profound

with a little twist,

a poke, or a jab; sometimes

a shove, a punch, or a kick;

if that doesn’t work,

maybe a pulling of the hair,

a knee to the groin, a slap

on the ass, or a dirty

insult lobbed its way;

if all else fails, maybe a 

noose or millstone around

its neck, or cement blocks

around its waist before

being dropped in a lake;

and if it still

feels kind of lame,

maybe dig up its grave,

slurp off the worms,

rattle the bones, feast

on the still fresh flesh,

then dance there near the

plot in the cemetery; and

if that doesn’t get

a rise,

well, you’re just

shit out of luck,

so go read a book

or twiddle your thumbs

while staring at the wall.

Soured at First

She was dressed

like a clown

to hide all her true colors,

afraid to sparkle

against the backdrop

in fear

she’d get lost

amongst the blackout whitewash.


She was delicate,

yet had a freak streak

like a skunk a mile wide

down her soul – 

I could see it

in the piercing of her nose.


We spoke briefly, while waiting in line,

about sushi, but not wine,

and that was the problem – 

there wasn’t enough power

to hold my attention.


If she had wanted

to wrap me up

and drain, drain, drain

my depleted uranium conflagrations,

she would have dropped

the talk about soy sauce

and got to the juicy stuff

involving spoiled grapes.





About the Author

SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR hosts the site where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, and books can be found.

His latest collections are: Happy Hour Hallelujah (CTU Publishing, 2016) and Chaos Songs (Weasel Press, 2016).