Friday, January 04, 2019

Stone Soup Croutons, 1-3-19, Away

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. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, this poem doesn't go up because it's ready, it goes up because it's Friday morning.

We had our first 2019 open mic last night. I'm tired from the holidays, but it felt good to get back to the weekly grind again. Next week we will have our tribute to Lynne Sticklor, which I'll post information about later today. I hope you'll make it to that event and many others in the new year. Thanks for reading.

Both sides of the same coin
will hurt you if flung at your face.

This is the only wisdom offered
without passive aggressive asides.

School is out. You still want to skip it
just to have Mom yell at you again.

There's a Christ hidden in your Chrysler.
Takes you far enough you may as well

ascend, a jukebox of jitterbugs
in your music mix of generations.

The dead poets never talked about you.
Time to finally return the favor.

No party hat as target on your head.
You need that like you need a body

of water put in your way of road.
More homeless in a house, you ride

a lone gunmen at rest, vow to use
your silver bullets solely for tolls.

Next throwback asks country road:
take you where you already are.

I like it when James Van Looy writes out the open mic.

Special thanks to Chris Fitzgerald, Yvonne, Erik Nelson, Laurel Lambert, Jan Rowe, John Lane, Martha Boss and James Van Looy. 

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