It's week five of Stone Soup Croutons. Another week, another poem made of lines and impressions captured from poems overheard from Stone Soup's open mic readers and features.
This week was bit different. Instead of a long open mic and one feature, we had a smaller open mic, a micro feature by way of Yuri Hospodar, and the Stone Soup Slam. This meant that there was very little time to spare, so unlike most weeks, I had no time to read the finished product at the end of the night. As a plus, I did manage to get almost everyone on the open mic, the micro-feature, and the first round of all the slam competitors. The poem has a disjointed beginning, but a common thread or two throughout the rest of it.
Stone Soup Croutons, 7/13/15
Where have all the gay poets gone?
We last saw them in this closet
but someone cleaned them out this summer.
But with every elevation
of good news
there's a latitude adjustment.
After the euphoria
of finding Sasquatch
there comes the swipe of its claws.
