Stone Soup Croutons, 3-20-24: Who's Your Trinidaddy?

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.

 

Nice all-open mic this past Wednesday. Later today I hope to post info on next week's feature, Linda Carney-Goodrich. 

Thanks to the fun open mic this week. Check it out if you haven't already.

Thansk to Jan Rowe to inspiring the title.

 

Thanks for reading.

Who's Your Trinidaddy?

 

The ones we loved then lost

get ground into food, feed our

romantic nostalgia for what 

never existed. Lizard brain 

breaks. Our teachers hung 

themselves by fridges with 

expired guacamole. They 

wanted to be under stone 

before this drive-in movie

madness coming on grainy

soundtrack. Not even a map

drawn in the dark, no secret

alphabet to learn. Fight for 

last bits of green for your

dandelion moonshine. Who
remembers groups, molecules?

Old enough to barely recall

roads, cooked food that stays

around enough to be leftover,

family unites singing in car

to put off impending wave

of violence, just old enough  

to outlive everything ever.

Special thanks to Ken Johnson, Bil Lewis, Richard Spisak, Jan Rowe, Jeff Taylor, Jon Wesick, Bryan Franco, Robert Fleming, Ethan Mackler, James Van Looy and Julian Matthews.