Note: This blog was accidentally and irrevocably deleted, which forced me to retype the poem from my rough notes. If you're going back to this and it reads like a different poem, you are likely right.
Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions captured from poems overheard from Stone Soup's open mic readers and features. I figure out a title the next morning.
Last night was crazy with Alfred Zuñiga's feature. There was a show scheduled to happen at the Out of The Blue shortly after we finished. When that happens, it usually means a lot of running around in the background while Stone Soup is going on. It got crazy enough that even with the short list of open mic readers, I wasn't able to listen to everyone.
Luckily, there was newcomer Joanna 'jojo' Lazar, whose poem gave me enough to anchor my own poem down. partly because of her piece and partly because of something that happened during her reading (you can read below and probably guess what that was).
Apologies for mixing "burlesque" and "stripper" in the draft I read last night as if they were the same thing.
Orbits
The night is a reverse moonwalk
Big leaps, small steps.
The hot girl action show
always two infinite steps away,
all action equaling inaction.
Meanwhile, a dancer thanks a patron
for slipping a sandwich on stage
while the rest look for slips of self
on the girls' tired g-strings.
Their dancing shadows
flicker nervously to look alive
as if standing behind a dying fire.
Best not to think about scar tissue
under their set shifts, the machinations
of tired organs still spinning, spitting
in the face of treatments and sleep,
Spanish lullabies only making them
shuffle in their resting stools.
Outside, things go on
but ever now and then
when a truck drives by,
audience and performers
wince in seats and on stage
as if their or stomachs
were under tread.
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| Toni Bee did not read unfortunately. Apologies to Mary, Johnny, Chris, James, Lee and Bill. |
Special thanks to Keith Gaboury, Joanna 'jojo' Lazar, Martha Boss, and Alfred Zuñiga.
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