Stone Soup Croutons, 5-1-24: They're Coming

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.

Stone Soup Poetry turned fifty-three on Wednesday. It was an all-open mic due to some rescheduling of features that had to be done. We have a good list of performers this month. 

I'm pretty sure the first Stone Soup Crouton during Stone Soup's anniversary month is a bit of a downer I think it's the combination of getting older, feeling older, feeling every is futile, and still feeling exhausted after National Poetry Month. 

Yeah, this one's no different.

Hey, I had a pretty good April. This is the comedown.

Thanks for reading. 

They're Coming

 

Walking around like 

Holden Caulfield

in hunter's raiment

you never earned.

No paused judgment,

you dinosaur thrown 

to shadows, unwanted 

as weeds and wasps.

Reluctant swan dance,

expecting Chekov to 

show up, gun in hand,

one-liner, guitar solo.

It's Black hole versus 

your dim star. World 

already has too many

entitled cats, my man.

Practice new pick-up

line: If you were a

dead body, would you

let me crash a while?

Special thanks to Jackie Chou, Richard Spisak, Mary Ann Honaker, Bil Lewis, Ken Johnson, Jon Wesick, Ethan Mackler and Jeff Taylor.