Another poem taken from bits and pieces of Stone Soup Poetry's open mic last Monday, including a feature from PunQrose.
Stone Soup Croutons, 6/22/15
The enemies you curse away
become Dorian Greys
who wilt in your photos
far quicker than they ever would
sitting next to you.
Love is your new giant desk
you grab without a clue
how to take it with you.
Commitment is opening
windows on the first floor
just waiting to be fucked with,
a game of tickling
where you allow someone else
the first poke.
You disco dance
drunk on the tea they told you
was magic mushroom
but is only poppy seed.
If the spirit is willing,
why is it the body
takes the first steps
to say anything?
You say you want to
hat me for loving you
and you will.
This isn't a wobbly log
we stand on.
It's a bridge of steel and stone
we're about to blow up
before we try to sell it
to one another.
In battle, you survive
staying yourself.
Now you can try to love.
We can shine
if we want to.
Or not.
Special thanks to Lee Varon, Surat Lozowick, Navah the Buddaphliii, Rachel Copans, "Aspie Chris Robbins," Martha Boss, Grace Ej, DiDi Delgado, LUCCI, PunQrose, and Oskar Jeuvens.
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