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.
R Chrisler Fairhurst had a great feature on Wednesday. Even better, it played off the open mic, which dictated the both the themes of the night and the themes of this poem. Listen to the whole event if you don't believe me. It was so good that this poem makes for a poor representation of it. I did my best to honor what was being said.
So much to do for National Poetry Month. I need to get back to work. Thanks for reading.
Gone Daddy
in mirror, utter another
horrific goodbye.
Walking oligarch wants
democratic servants
back under one roof.
Let the Children scream
for cupcake proxy in place
of missing roles.
Would be tyrants stroke
locked down lapcats
out of angry boredom.
Each new woman colossus
made glorious after all
shed several strides back.
Old school dads search
for clean bathroom walls
to rat out each other.
Bad bods shuffle down
old locker room aisles,
want old games back.
Guardian angels have
changed guard in
middle of night shift.
They'll no longer rig
any game in favor
of forlorn failed fathers.
Once more the moon
is not theirs to ride
to old playgrounds.
They bare their arms
for mothers, left back
behind glass panel.
Each woman can pinpoint
exact moment of son's
last nonviolent act.
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| Too tired to check all the names off! |
Special thanks to Julie Marie Hoey, Edward S. Galt, Jan Rowe, Bil Lewis, Patricia Carragon, Nancy Dodson, Chris Fitzgerald, Carol Weston, Jon Wesick, C.C. Arshagra, James Van Looy and special feature R Chrisler Fairhurst.
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