Stone Soup Croutons, 4-16-25: Run

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.

 

Carl Stilwell (aka CaLokie) was our last feature poet on April 16. The day after, I had to prep for a trip to New Orleans and wasn't able to post on Friday the way I usually do.

You should check out the video. CaLokie is quite the treasure. I hope to have him back in our ranks.

Here's more of the same poem I've been writing for too long. 

Thanks for reading.

Run

Shooting star

coming right 

at us! 

 

Don't move,

don't blink,

don't wish.

 

Lil' Caulfield
wishes for

a gun, for arms.

 

The occupying

forces are the

invaders, go fig.

 

Fatface wants

visage on 

every hightop.

 

Let us take

not of him 

on our patios.

 

Everybody 

gets a free 

baby carriage.

 

Every woman

a child for

each breast.

 

What happens

when they get

more than two?

 

Some cups are

more plentiful

than others. 

 

What do you 

mean you don't

want to be a mom?

 

Reopen Sears 

to give out future

hand-me-downs. 

 

Mother Nature

feels weight of

own children.

 

The one Mom

who can't outlive

her children. 

 

Why does all

land have to

be colonized? 

 

Children save

to buy first 

getaway car. 

 

What will we

yell during 

next riots?

 

What will be

recorded after

everything burns?

 

You are your

own museum.
Keep it in order.

 

Computer Christ

has all the wrong

information. 

 

Loading all 

the correct 

information...

 

I kept on misspelling everyone's names!

Special thanks to Jackie Chou, Bil Lewis, Rusty Rose, Robert Fleming, Nike Truth, Jody Prestigiacomo, Richard Spisak, MarvinLouis Dorsey, Jon Wesick, Don Kingfisher Campbell and special feature Carl Stilwell.