Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions selected 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.
Richard Spisak delighted us this Friday. This poem can't promise to do the same, but I have to thank the group for adding a lot to the open mic mix.
I can promise a sillier poem, which I think is also in the spirit of Wednesday's feature.
Thanks for reading.
Advice from You Lion Dog Spirit Animal
about to point to the person behind
you? You're in trouble now. That
chill you feel is just you, but it
isn't. Go migrant for a bit. See a
Bound to bed? Put wheels on it.
Ship yourself to parts unknown
via traveling musician. The bard's
the one chess piece everyone
ignores, as if it was never included!
Find a Poe fanatic on Tinder.
Turn ons: Brick and Mortar.
Turn offs: Sepulchers. Camouflage
with redbud so Winter thinks
it's never quite winter where you are.
Have a drink with a tribal chief
who can switch out your soul
with a Florida man's body about
to kill themself anyway mixing
gasoline in their laboratory. Or
just shove Death's original target
in front of them. Death is patient,
and now he has a story to break
the ice when he finally breaks you.
Special thanks to Rita Rose, Nancy Dodson, Bil Lewis, Jan Rowe, Jon Wesick, Annette Tarpley, Ethan Mackler, James Van Looy, Sherry, Robert Fleming, Bryan Franco and Special Feature Richard Spisak.
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