I could say that it was just another just another open mike last night, but there's no such thing as just another open mic when it comes to Stone Soup. Plus, it's a matter of days before Trump's inauguration happens, so everyone had plenty to say. Kudos to Kirk Etherton for helping to start things off.
Even liberals, by way of anecdote,
can't help open a race debate
with a cross burning.
Refugees hide under the Tobin Bridge,
knowing too well the targets
they tag on churches.
They drink to stymie their desire
to curse, afraid of the powers
detecting the slightest offense,
fearful to even foul themselves
upon passing away in the night,
nerveless jellyfish still under man-of-wars.
The karaoke bar has run out
of patriotic covers, "God Bless The USA"
too worn away to replay.
Our new global parents take the stage.
We wait in vain for the gun shot
we pray for in all family affairs.
T/he rotten-to-the-core are back
from their brake from victories
and imagine we're getting along now
their arms forced around us.
Nobody's perfect, they say to no one
in general, not to themselves.
Outside the president feeds
the pigeons with pellet guns,
punishes them for expecting crumbs.
The bus station goers watch on
regretting their tickets, en route
to nowhere they can hide.
The teachers meditate their minds
to silence, prepare to blindly type
their lesson plans for a curriculum
where no one listens.
Every objective word now comes
with drawn blood, pens traded for knives,
knives traded for guns when you've had enough.
|Apologies to Jame Van Looy, the only one I left out this week.|
Special thanks to Kirk Etherton, Julia Carlson, Chris Fitzgerald, Erik Nelson, Chris Robbins Lee Varon, Mike Konan, Martha Boss, Stephanie Kaylor, Annie Goldstone, Deb Priestly.