Stone Soup Croutons, 4-24-24: No Rest

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.

Thank you, Anne Elezabeth Pluto, for closing out National Poetry Month last Wednesday. It's Sunday as I'm posting this. National Poetry Month and National Poetry Writing Month closes in just a little over two days. I'm grateful that the enthusiasm from the audience didn't dwindle at all. Anne had as attentive and and appreciative an audience as our previous three features had. I'm trying to keep the spirit of her reading in my last crouton poem of the month, but really I'm better off telling you to go back and listen to her feature.  

I'm grabbing Anne's book after I post this. You should too.

Thanks for reading.

No Rest

 

No matter how much

life whittle you down,

there's a pair of shoes

to save with spurs

on a horse whose name

you never knew.

At least one lady will

wear her best skull face 

for standing by your side.

Enough latitudes left over

from disappointed parents 

to write an eulogy, one 

last shadow to blot out

Apollo's judgment stare.

A few new babes to pee 

all over your final spot. 

The living have waited

forever to be done with

you. Whos, Whats, Hows

ticked off like menu items

long discontinued. Lone

Bukowski stand-in dances

to his toldya so dance

while your soul fights

with those of angels 

and animals for space 

in afterlife, bottom bunked.

 

Almost put someone else's name down twice again!

Special thanks to Ken Johnson, Mary Ann Honaker, Edward S. Gault, Mark States, Jan Rowe, Jan Rowe, Bil Lewis, Jon Wesick, Robert Fleming, Ethan Mackler, C.C. Arshagra, James Van Looy and special feature Anne Elezabeth Pluto.