Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked up from poems overheard from Stone Soup'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. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, this poem doesn't go up because it's ready, it goes up because it's Friday morning.
Last night was the last open mic of 2018. That means this is the last Croutons poem of the year. I'm left relieved that I'll have a break before starting up again on January 3. These poems are getting later and later, so I could use even a small break to recharge, rethink things and write other poems. I'm grateful to everyone who has come in the last half of the year. That's all I got before the poem, but special bonus photos follow that. Forgive the not so subtle U2 reference (along with my ignorance of Mozart), and thanks for reading.
Nothing Changes
Mozart's concerto notes
while still playing
turn to equation,
symbols of division
turning humanity
into priceless currency.
Can our lives ever cost
too much that it cancels outs
profits of foreign policy?
Overlords simply have
wonderful Christmastimes
while everyone else
fights for scraps of flesh
to pass off as fur
because it's cold outside.
We tire of dying
en route to the mountain
in search of new rules.
Instead, we will dress
our supposed saviors
in crowdfunded robes,
count down to empire's
end before it goes phoenix,
refires in January,
our only myth
made real
before our eyes.
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| Bil Lewis as Bernie Claus. Because of course. |
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| Bil gave everyone in attendance quill pens, which I appreciate. |
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| 10 1/2 Bil? Really? |
Special Thanks to David Ebony Allen Barkley, Hatch Sterrett, Michael Igoe, Laurel Lambert, Jan Rowe, Martha Boss, Bil Lewis/Bernie Claus and James Van Looy.
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