Friday, June 25, 2021

SAFE DISTANCE EDITION - Stone Soup Croutons, 6-23-21: While Working Bones Creak


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.

Russell DuPont delivered last night. I enjoyed everything from the open mic to his last poem. I enjoyed the words I was able to jot down as it was happening, not having to replay the night again. It's nice coming into Stone Soup after a couple of days off. I was not expecting to write another poem about bad people. Last week's poem on the same subject surprised me too. I guess I've been surrounded by toxic people lately. It's coming out in my newer work, whether I like it or not.

That said, I'm glad I can write about it. I 'm thrilled I could finish this poem yesterday. I'm glad I had the wherewithal to edit it down to some pretty tight three-line stanzas. It's at least a little different for today. Can't wait to see what Patricia Carragon's feature makes me do next week. Thanks for reading.


While Working Bones Creak

Hurtful lovers take
holiday with them
before morning exit.

They are their
own charge and take
their act on road,

Messes left untipped,
advance requested
in multiple virgins.

Blame goes to those
who miss finer print
on poison tablets.

They'd give fault to
Jesus for standing
in way of falling cross.

They method act like 
meth heads, spend 
solitude in selfietown.

They fidget shot glasses
between refills, argue 
best way to run into wall.

They time their kiss offs
in seventeen syllables
including the moans.

For them, the blues
just something covered. 
without purpose.

Why rage against 
anything, only wanting
choice of next victim.

They fly up to their
freedom safe space
on Jim Crow wings.

They wish for youth
eternal, just before 
age of regret. 

 
Next time, Philip, pull over and give us a haiku!

 
Special thanks to Patricia Carragon, John Sturm, Jon Wesick, Jan Rowe, Carol Weston, Chris Fitzgerald, Nancy Dodson, Stratusfier, Ethan Mackler, Black Byrd, James Van Looy and Russell DuPont..

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