Stone Soup had another open mic last night. The was the poem that came from it. Not much to say except the red tide is not just a tired image here. Thanks for reading.
The last status update of your
first friend, five months ago:
Murphy's laws were never meant
to become amendments.
No deacon wants to preach them
or list them off as proverbs.
Mrs. Robinson and Jesus
don't talk on the phone anymore.
She spends her time on the dark web,
no longer believing the internet
and tired of seeing her face
imposed on porn.
She waits for ex-lovers on webcam
to record their own suicides.
Opinions are represented
by blacked out profile pictures.
King George the Third is changing
his politics to independent.
A red tide sweeps green seas, shut-ins
put up Christmas lights to ward the poison.
Jim Crow has all his pages on
lockdown, replies to no one, ever.
|For the first time in years, a list with no skipped numbers!|
Special thanks to Ed Gault, Nancy Messom, Chris Fitzgerald, Bil, Martha Boss, Krystal, Laurel Lambert, Vicki Poulos, Michael Igoe and James Van Looy.