Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked 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.
Just an all-open mic this week. Not very well attended because it wasn't very well advertised. It was put together last minute due to scheduling issues earlier in the month I thought I could overcome. I won't make that mistake again if I can help it. Low turnout certainly won't happen for next Wednesday's feature with David Miller.
I appreciate James Van Looy for stopping by as he usually does. I recorded his open mic slot, and he took my phone to livestream one of my rare moments reading at my own venue.
I recited my first two Crouton poems of the new year, which means I used them for ideas towards this week's poem. Is that like making a copy of another copy? You can judge for yourselves. Thanks for reading.
Be Your Own Commercial
Another vie to be
the next Can't-Be-Worse-
Than-The-Last guy.
Sincerity only receives
hits you can't dodge,
don't want to count.
Shake shattered bones
in otherwise empty can
meant for coin.
Be hopeful for bills
moneyed teens dub
your stripper money.
Dream that respect
is a sidewalk store grab
instead of a rank
never meant for your file,
putrid with penalties
that always involve hope.
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| I originally only put only two numbers down. James added more. He's an optimist. |
Special thanks to James Van Looy.
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