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.
Great open mic. We even had a pug in the background.
I'm calling this poem a sequel because I think I'm too lazy to think of another title. Every poet helped with this, even if you're one of the poets and have no idea how. Thanks for reading.
While Everything's Still Fine
Elvira wouldn't dare come out
and introduce next century trial
of alluring escape to open river
versus the current way of life.
Are you still depending on
the kindness of highwaymen
to scoop you up from road,
While on knees, you hope for
posthumous award for propping
up some young poet with your
body, right after being shot.
Way to shield the final girl
from manchette of criticism.
There's a place for you in this
city, once the water is gone.
Everyone's mandatory Spotify
reduces Billie Holiday to binary.
Race, politics have no place in art,
"help me" cut from every song.
Need middle management to get
in own pants, let alone anyone
else's. Breakup song is "Happy
Trails," covered by Sex Pistols.
Love is meant for worthy only.
Worthiness can be found at river's
bottom. If you resurface, no one
can say whether you found it or not.
Special thanks to Rusty Rose, Bil Lewis, Jan Rowe, David Miller, Ed Gault, Nancy Dodson, Chris Fitzgerald, Julianne Powers, Jon Wesick, C.C. Arshagra, Prasanna Kkumar, and James Van Looy.
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Fantastic
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