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.
Just a regular and small open mic this week. Recovering from the Boston Poetry Marathon while getting ready for the Oddball Festival this Sunday. And next month? The Oddball Ice Show.
When I wasn't recovering, at my job or in Oddball Foundation meetings, I was in a editing poems I've written over the last four months. No writing. Just a haiku on Wednesday. Not even a limerick. This will be the most poetry I've written since last Friday.
Very spent today. Have been since Monday. Looking back at the video, I realized I skipped Jon Wesick, on the second half of the open mic. If I had any common sense, I'd be in bed all day. Instead, I'm getting ready to work and writing this.
I will get more sleep soon. Thanks for reading.
State of Disunion
Too many people
caught in hue of
annoying orange.
There's no way
trinity will look
safe this lifetime.
Corporations feign
tightening belt when
part of infinity lost.
Numbed to own
genocide, we watch
Hiroshima to jazz.
Companies left with
no one left to fire
downsize themselves.
Devil is a liar, and
we like the lies, sit
in poison, build wall.
Survivors scrutinized.
Why do they wish
they died first time?
Teach to not fear new
world, plague, pit
of spikes, gator bites.
New normal will be
accepted when old
world is forgotten.
If our serpent world
eats own tail, hey,
it's still food.
Special thanks to Robert Fleming, Jan Rowe, John Engstrom, Bil Lewis, Bryan Franco and James Van Looy.
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