Little Man-child
trying to play with the Big Boys
pretending to be gods
up on Olympus
Careful with the hubris
lest ye fall like Atlantis
with Eve and all her serpents
Take a rib and suck it
down to the marrow
trying to find a First Cause
in the belly of the feast
It’s the passion of the Beast
welcome to carnage city
bringing the chaos nightly
Come dance with Bacchus
who wears the grapevines
on his head as a halo
glowing with the spilt blood
captured in the glass that ever flows
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site17Numa.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. His next collection, Abstract Visions of Light, is forthcoming in 2018 through Alien Buddha Press.
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Great poem, Scott.
ReplyDeletelove it . your work is amazing
ReplyDeleteScott is an amazing writer/poet. I enjoy reading his work at every chance.
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