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.
You really should listen to it. Mark's opening piece and James Van Looy reading Nancy Dodson's final poem made the themes of this poem inevitable. I'm glad about it.
Thanks for reading.
Quiet First, Then Peace
Broken down, roadside
mechanic only able
to diagnosis engine by
Who among us can say
why Gaza is evil again?
Just is. Don't ask any
questions too loudly.
Can't yell back at a
taunting circle. Like
homeless vs. homefull
The house always wins.
No purity with anyone.
Live alone, immolate,
watch chicks and crows
fight to pick at own bodies.
Roses are red, porno
just leaves you blue.
Death and life are same,
says those killing you.
The worst belief ever
is peace equals silence
until one stands at center
of gagged, scorched earth.
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