Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked from Stone Soup Poetry'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.
I also have a book collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
I'm very tired.
Stone Soup Poetry had it's celebratory fifty-first anniversary open mic on Wednesday. I still have to make some calls about being live. I've been dragging my feet, so after another great open mic with old and new faces, I'm posting now to let you know and put myself on notice.
That's really all I have to say before posting the poem. Thanks for reading. Even if it's only this far.
Capitalism Interrupts
Would Lazarus push
his clock's snooze button
over and over?
Taking time to stare
into space from bed
Surprised to look up
from cell phone,
see solitude.
Room is clear,
like slapping smoker
away from table.
Sit on chair, await
new voice to inflict
balloon ride turbulence.
Stale beer sitting by
permanent nightstand
tastes of sacrament.
The country comprised
of leg breakers wanting
to tenderize yours
for the local landlord
who says you lack
your dream home
because you lack
the sternness to shoot
the bricks, fear rally
them into work, cut
middleman layer self-
assemble at half cost.
The inner fire can
be yours, kid, if you
own a flamethrower.
Why invest in soup
kitchens . Food eaten
yields zero return.
It tugs heart strings,
but hears don't accrue
but hears don't accrue
value like a house.
They hate it when you
don't rise. It makes them
doubt death market.
The sheep cry to drive
the numbers back up
enough to count to sleep.
Flowers don't want to
to to work if your
corpse is a no-show.
The earth shifts wrong
if your body is put
inside of it early.
Your breast is much
too hollow for lack
of their knives.
Mornings with horses
can only teach you
how to be broken.
Picking off berries
from bush reminds you
that someday you'll be food.
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Special thanks to John Sturm, Mary Jennings, Nancy Dodson, Bil Lewis, Patricia Carragon, Kathleen Hulser, Rick Christiansen, Chris Fitzgerald, Julianne Powers, Jeff Taylor, Carol Weston, Ed Gault, Ethan Mackler and C.C. Arshagra.
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