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 a book collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
Dexter Garcia killed it at Stone Soup on Wednesday. I'm so glad to finally have her back. I loved it even when her son could be heard in the background. We got Ethan to play intermission music when the kid needed water, so it was all good.
It's a short poem this week. If nothing else, please consider buying Dexter's new book. That will be better than you saying you like this poem. Thanks for reading.
To Be Own Self-Help
They say consonants
are the first to fall
off your body.
What's next to get
picked away, divided,
wayward popcorn
kernels fallen
on an escalator.
Precipitation only
brings toastmasters out
to highlight melting.
Other wait to see
if your bones are
museum ready.
Dirge now moves
to the speed
of Ramones song.
Old high school
condemns you for
own poisoning.
Mother's note
excuses you, waits
for you in ground.
Mercy comes from
exes, allowed to
remain honest.
Their magic message:
if you have any
love to spare,
use it on self,
save own
broken leaf heart
in space between
piano keys
never played.
Love yourself.
In end, there may
be no one left to.
[Forgot to take photo of open mic sheet, will add it here later tonight.]
Special thanks to Jon Wesick, C.C. Arshagra, Chris Fitzgerald, Nancy Dodson, Bil Lewis, Carol Weston, Ethan Mackler, Edward S. Gault, James Van Looy and special feature Dexter Garcia.
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