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.
Nike Truth understood the assignment this past Wednesday. March was officially kicked off. Here's the video for proof.
Any set that ends with Prince music gets me excited to fit him in the poem. I didn't get as much as I wanted to, but it will do.
It's weird not having a Stone Soup end with James Van Looy ending the open mic set. Hopefully his mic will be fixed next week. Happily, Jamilla Van Dyke Bailey was more than a suitable replacement to close us out.
I had fun this week. It's so rare nowadays. It forced another less depressing poem out of me.
Thanks for reading.
When Doves Hide
Nightmare,
insemination
by dragon.
Pregnant,
infested
Awake in
French hotel
ron-day-voo.
Meatloaf
sandwich
poets club
drink beer
with bully's
gridiron grit.
Phone begs
buy back
America.
This after
AI you failed
in your place.
Celebrate
death with
black food.
Eat with
elbows full
on table.
You're now
stove top,
left on,
Require
padded
touch, then
rest of
night a
Prince song,
Prince song,
refrain's
final notes
never heard.
Special thanks to Rusty Rose, Robert Fleming, Jon Wesick, Christine Ortolani, Richard Spisak, Bil Lewis, Jamilla VanDyke Bailey and special feature Nike Truth.
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