Stone Soup Croutons, 8-29-16, Rusted

Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked up from poems overheard from Stone Soup's open mic readers and features. I figure out a title (and sometimes the rest of the poem) later. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, the poem doesn't go up because it's good; it goes up because it's Tuesday morning. I've done fifty of them now, and you can read them here.

Jla was our last feature before Labor Day. This collage poet (my term) had some amazing finishers to her set, doing her trick of taking three words called out from the audience and forging a spoken word piece from them. The last one she did went on for several minutes of riffs. I hope she shares it with the rest of the world in the recording she made. She left me with a lot to live up to with this week's piece. Thanks for the challenge, Jla.


Edit: "Rusted" is available only from my first collection of Stone Soup Crouton poems, The Collapsed Bookshelf, available at Amazon.

Special Thanks to Dave Somerset, Chris Fitzgerald, Dennis Daly, David Miller, Nancy Messom, Martha Boss, Janet Cormier, James Van Looy and Jla.