Friday, February 15, 2019

Stone Soup Croutons, 2-14-19, Prelude to Travel



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 our open mic. Given that there was no Valentines related theme, there were a surprising amount of love (or loveish) poems. Not that you'll see that in the work below. I'm taking a trip tomorrow, so that got into my poem, of course. Yes, it's a little silly. Shut up. I have to pack. Thanks for reading.


Prelude to Travel

All rich liberals vacationing on islands
have nightmares of dying in the cold
with the homeless they used to tsk tsk by.

They fear a vengeful hurricane will sweep them up,
their pleas for mercy a sigh against the whirlwind.

You don't have to worry about losing paradise
if you never reach it. Your travel life a pizza metaphor,
never late enough to be free, cold enough to be ruined.

You enter every resort like the Lone Ranger's faithful
companion, scouting ahead, ready to get beaten up.


Laurel, you let without reading! What happened?!?

Special thanks to Bil Lewis, Jan Rowe, Carol Weston, Prudence Francis, Angel D'Amato Jr. Martha Boss, Devin Simon, John Lane and James Van Looy.


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