Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions selected 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.
Stone Soup had it's first open mic of the summer Wednesday. The conversation before the recording coupled with Robert Fleming's antics towards the end influenced the poem's title. It also inspired the poem's carelessness.
Don't have time to care today.
I lost much of the week to outside nonsense. I've lost most of today. Then again, with my ridiculous cold I've lost nearly the entire month. Taking my time back bit by bit starting right after this poem. If you want my best this week, Read my poem "Tourist Trap" at The New Verse News. Thanks for reading.
Unanswered Questions Between Cat Dreams
What if every lost cat
secretly doesn't want
to be found?
How long has
man documented
Can you get far
mishearing people
say how bad you are?
If you remove yourself
from the hungry,
is hunger no more?
Dissenting answer man
shot, all danced
until they collapsed
through floorboards
under collective
uncriticized mass.
A thousand online
Pepes orgasmicly
laugh at footage
along with latest
school shooting,
celebrating their
segregated shacks
shitting in same water
where they wash clothes.
Could be raining
raspberries and they
would press attack
on first attempt
to live productively,
listless like crack kids
between targets. Mercy
is better spent on happy
people, if you can find one.
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