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.
For Bukowski poems, I think you have to be miserable to start writing it, in a much better mood to edit them, and you have to be brave enough to use the pronoun "I."
I got one out of three. It was too much fun to do.
Thanks for reading.
The Background Characters Speak
shall be first
when?
We're not here
because we
We're the
protagonists
in shitty stories.
Too boring to
read pages of
us bleeding out.
The hell's our
God machine
God machine
out of nowhere?
We can't throw
baron robbers
from our cabs.
They die out
in the cold, we
in the cold, we
lose our income.
No one to
believe in us,
cue hero moment,
help us knock
gun away from
indigenous waif.
By the time
we believe what
we're seeing,
it's way too late,
already told we
saw nothing.
Please leave us
to end up on our
ghost settings
ghost settings
that a thousand
multiverses can't
renew to life.
Not even a
devil hiding in
the dumpster fire.
Sometimes the
fire just goes
out.
Special thanks to Nancy Dodson, Jan Rowe, Jon Wesick, Bryan Franco, BTheresa Rose Jertson, Bil Lewis, Carol Weston, Mark Lipman, James Van Looy and special feature Dan Provost.
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