Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Stone Soup Croutons, 10-9-17, Examined Life

Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions butchered 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. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, this poem doesn't go up because it's ready, it goes on because it's Tuesday morning.

The post holiday open mic was well attended with good friends and good poetry. That's all I have to say because I'm struggling to get back all that time I seem to lose during holidays.

Examined Life

How many people lament
that no one tells Polish jokes anymore.

Who has confessed they were happy
when John Lennon was shot, or JFK?

Does your hand flinch from a pooch's snout
knowing even the smallest teeth have it in for you?

Is your mother one snitching sibling away
from bringing the rockets down?

Does your family root for hurricanes
favoring nature's fury over football

between Judge Judy and Bill O'Reilly
who apparently never left Fox News

While they proclaim there is no media,
merely a series of pleasing images

assuring they all lived will
and more others will die before they do.

They will replace you with Seussical sketches
some with badges of honor, some with out,

good on both sides,
including the one that killed you.

The drum beats to your staged debate
on who first discovered fire.

Sparse but sweet...and neccessary.

Special thanks to Chris Fitzgerald, Carol Weston, Bil Lewis, Toni Bee and Dexter Roberts.

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