Friday, May 14, 2021

SAFE DISTANCE EDITION - Stone Soup Croutons, 5-12-21: Crash Course


Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked from Stone Soup Poetry'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 an award nominated book out now collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.

John Landry gave the best kind of Stone Soup feature I could have asked for in these times. Full of tributes to Stone Soup's past, figures including Arlene Stone, Charles Shively, John Wieners and, of course, Jack Powers. I broke the poem into two parts. Part one represents more the open mic. Part two represents John's feature segment. 

And now I'm tired. I'm taking next week off, but I have one more poem to post (much later). Thanks for reading. 


Crash Course

1.

Medusa gets her hair cut
on a drunk dare. 

Now she open carries
between the columns. 

Send thoughts and prayers
from behind the trees.

Where were you when
they cried to take cover?

Did you dash up 
broken escalators,

or phone in for help 
like a one off term paper,

bang drum slowly
while baking at home?

Don't be surprised if
unknown bodies 

come falling out 
from your closet.

A heightened pulse
breaks programing,

code scribbled with
a green crayon,

hit run attitude,
from scourge to purge,

first non-marketable
skills take shape, 

Score cat's eyes 
that only help you see.

2.

Poets get kicked off
every lull between winter,

made to beg and scream
for warm spot on stage,

or third options on coin
for where to spend night,

a lone poem in their
free church sandwich,

some Iron John in blood
believing no mere ocean

could revive them. Some,
some on their way to hell

throw roses in the park,
repaving way down,

erase themselves in
reverse dictation,

refuse to be mounted
swordfish of a martyr.

Best be remade into bugs,
undisplayable as enemy

menagerie. They cry,
keep your words off 
 
your mantles. Go tempest
your own teacup!




Special thanks to Jon Wesick, Jan Rowe, John Sturm, Bil Lewis, Chris Fitzgerald, Carol Weston, Jason Wright, Mignon Ariel King, Margaret Nairn, C.C. Arshagra, Patricia Carragon, John Roche, Ethan Mackler, James Van Looy, Jim Dunn and John Landry.





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