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.
You missed the open mic on Wednesday. I almost did too.
Turns out if you announce an open mic early, people show to it. Nice that can still happen. It was a nice read with returning faces and obscure references galore. Check out the video because none of them made it into the poem.
Another Friday where I have too much to do. So do you probably. Thanks for reading.
Keeping Up with Your Houseless Home
From an above perspective
of the running circle, the mouse
could be chasing the cat.
Hard boiled homesick blues
can make you temporally fade
You're an unfilled swim suit
in the ocean. Your prior kingdom
for a sty to sit down in.
Or maybe the declassification
of your last lease, proving exile
was under false logic.
Active volcano will tell you
your home is wherever you are.
It could still use a floor.
A wall to block the livestock
would instill less sense of mortality
given to firefly on windshield.
The Jesus flavor of the month says
to take a bath, blocks off bathroom,
has private boat to walk on water.
Wait for a rainfall to cool open bed
so it helps you stay feeling noble
(that's what they say poverty is).
Ask: If true no man is an island,
could they at least be own pillow
for six-to-eight hours a day?
Two separate roads? Take the one
with sign saying Rest Stop 2 Miles,
Get on that like tick to tuchus.
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Special
thanks to Julianne Powers, Jon Wesick, Nancy Dodson, Mary Jennings, Timothy Gager, Carol Weston, C.C. Arshagra, Bil Lewis, and James Van looy.
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