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.
Chris Vannoy gave us a good dose of beat poetry Wednesday. It was nice to listen to his reading this morning after a rough night. Helped to shape this week's poem.
That's all I want to say about it right now.
Thanks, Chris. Hope you stop by and visit.
Thanks for reading.
To a Beat Already Old
you'll always disappoint.
You were born in the
Your parents did okay,
you think. That's all
you should say on record
before taking nearest river,
before taking nearest river,
sweep away, nevermore
ignore shadows under ivory.
No jobber jog from family's
house to one down street.
it's your moving day. Trade
river water for jet fuel in
river water for jet fuel in
Los Angeles, where your
own fault lines fade.
Accept your best poem
will never match gardener's
will never match gardener's
ungrowable crop, the cab
driver's empty backseat.
Find a partner crazy enough
to curb Bukowski's elbow.
Sleep to learn how to breathe
electricity instead of dead air.
Special thanks to Bil Leiws, Richard Spisak, Edward S. Gault Jan Rowe, Robert Fleming, Mark Lipman, Ethan Mackler, James Van Looy and special feature Chris Vannoy.
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