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.
I also have a book out now collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, this poem doesn't go up because it's ready, it goes up because it's Friday
The open mic happened last week. Much is happening now as I type this in late. I'm too tired and frustrated with the work I have ahead of me to be upset with being late today. I'm just going to chalk it up to residual September vibes that messed everyone up.
A fun poem to do. Almost titled it "F---ed" up until I was ready to post it. Thanks for reading.
Reaping the Nest
Silence begets more silence.
Dissent begs silencers,
followed by more silence.
And a child will weed
all traitors out, trained
to rat out his parents,
would turn them in
to fix his overbite.
Youth is a drag.
Neighborhood kids
tell him his sister
is a coat hanger,
his grandfather is
expendable, just
an acceptable loss.
His mother smells
like not-a-fish
and is therefore suspect.
Will you shut up! What
do you think this is?
A presidential debate?
Those tears will not
make you look edible
in the coming crisis!
Now cut your hair
and stand in line
with both our votes.
Leave your bowl on
the sidewalk. Learn
to put out fires with no help!
Don't live in a book.
The don't stand up well
to foreclosure.
Life outside Plato's Cave
ain't worth living. Commuting
will cure wanderlust.
Your bills from numerous
tax shelters will make you
feel well-traveled.
Don't interrupt two birds
of prey when the fight
over your soul.
Never correct anyone
renaming you so they
can feel less stupid.
No zebra's chance in LA
of sprouting wings.
Have you voted yet?
Peep though keyhole
Catch your parents
in salvation,
the liberty of slow death
like rain drops from
a broken pipe,
every home a hospice
in waiting, their new
religion put together
from last conspiracy theory
taken from local drunks
kicked out of the bars.
Special thanks to Mary Jennings, Bil Lewis, Tzynya Pinchback, Ethan Mackler, Jon Wesick, Erik Nelson, John Stickney, Dee A Na, Erik Tate, Jan Rowe, Nancy Dodson, Carol Weston, Jason Wright and James Van Looy.
Your bills from numerous
tax shelters will make you
feel well-traveled.
Don't interrupt two birds
of prey when the fight
over your soul.
Never correct anyone
renaming you so they
can feel less stupid.
No zebra's chance in LA
of sprouting wings.
Have you voted yet?
Peep though keyhole
Catch your parents
in salvation,
the liberty of slow death
like rain drops from
a broken pipe,
every home a hospice
in waiting, their new
religion put together
from last conspiracy theory
taken from local drunks
kicked out of the bars.
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| Still happening. Thanks, everyone. |
Special thanks to Mary Jennings, Bil Lewis, Tzynya Pinchback, Ethan Mackler, Jon Wesick, Erik Nelson, John Stickney, Dee A Na, Erik Tate, Jan Rowe, Nancy Dodson, Carol Weston, Jason Wright and James Van Looy.
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