Stone Soup Croutons, 10-10-16, Town Hall

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 access them all here.

Last night I was back, and it was another all-open mic. Not a lot of people came. That's what sometimes happens when it's the end of a long weekend. Still, it was nice having people to talk with after yesterdays' debates, with James an Looy performing a piece that will be up on Oddball Magazine later this week in It's All One Thing.

So of course I have to make it about Trump again. Kind of. Sort of.


Town Hall

The Virgin Mary is busy
splitting Adams.

Kindness followed you
this far

but is powerless
against the home

of gamblers and prostitutes
with W2's.

The marching band offers
no consolation,

have rousing numbers
for first and last.

The bombing must be covered
 over our ears.

Thanks, James!

Red pen. That's right.

Special thanks to Kal, Joseph, Julia CarlsonNancy Messom, and James Van Looy.