Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Stone Soup Croutons, 2-27-17, Tales of the Bouillabaisse Boys

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. You can read the other ones I've done since 2015 here.

Skoot gave an incredible performances last night. I was thrilled at  how many stopped by. I was again a little under the weather and came up with another random piece.Utter nonsense and partially drug-induced. Enjoy the rest of your Tuesday!

Tales of the Bouillabaisse Boys

Childhood brooms and wands
turn to broods and broken bonds.

Core ripens fresh rotten.
Something will drip out soon,

leave a space in place
for this specimen in a Disney petri.

Not set as control group, lone meat
for lone wolves to survive.

Some of them were poets with churches,
someone maternal to  keep them strong.

Seasons fade fast enough
disbelieved like ghosts.

Everyone loves a smart ass
snapping at someone else.

Is any of your life
not movie quote lifted.

Not all are destined to manifest
caught half-dressed, pulling

their pants to catch
their adulthood in the zipper.

Perfect preparation for therapy,
the right coming of age to fear love.

Your lessons in unity
is that there is none.

Orange is the new white.
Welcome to the new America.

To run away is to find out
who accepts you.

By the time you read this.
your child will be the age

your were before you read this.
Take a toke and forget.

Half-spoken decisions
spark less regret.
Fun night.

Special thanks to Dexter Roberts, Michael Koran, Julia Vogel, Melissa Silva, Erik Nelson, Deb Priestly, Demianna, Chris Fitzgerald, Martha Boss, Julia Carlson, Nancy Messom, Toni Bee, DiDi Delgado, Isabel, Skoot, Steve/Lobo and James Van Looy.

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