Last night was another Stone Soup open mic. I have the day off today, which means I'm taking things slow as I put together this piece. It was a great assortment of first timers, a visitor from overseas who did a surprise micro feature (thanks, Shakes the Poet!), and even a returning visitor from Stone Soup's days at T.T. The Bear's Place.
In short, I had a lot to cover. Furthermore, for various reasons I was making callbacks to some of my older pieces (none of which are either crouton pieces or even online, I might take those out to read again at some point). Hope you enjoy.
Your million hermit march
was cancelled again
due to poor numbers.
The committee couldn't agree on
a metaphor to contain
the irony of their unity.
The best you could come up with
was that they were to too many
bad lemons to make lemonade.
The anniversary of your lonely heart
reminds you how luicd you are
when there's no one to talk to.
You blame the vitamins, the medicine,
everything that keeps you alive enough
that you can time your last heartbeat.
Insanity is taking the same pill
over and over again
expecting a different life.
Reality is your bones battering
the inner walls of your flesh
expecting to break out,
a Friday free-for-all of pain
on your skin, a serpentine tattoo
turning on its owner
until the tongue overcomes
enough to make the venom
spit from your mouth,
scaring them away, your oldest
cool slogan T-shirt the last
source of your beauty.
Your last salvation lies
in telling the Trump supporters
to take their Tiki torches elsewhere,
|You know it's a good open mic when someone actually takes the number 1 slot!|
Special thanks to Shakes the Poet, Michael Igoe, Lindsey Michelle, Melissa Castillo, Martha Boss, Lee Varon, Gawaine Ross, Melissa Silva, Nancy Messom, Davy Ran, Toni Bee and James Van Looy.