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.
It was fun. Everyone was so nice. It would make the poem harder to write if not for all the crazy surprises.
Thanks for reading.
Old Schoolmates
Brothers stone sisters
in playground center
before first class.
Eulogies bore them.
Real devils party
leave passed out girls
behind, thanks left like
skimpy tips.
Companies pick out
these boys fast
from graduation line.
Boys bond forever,
tell tales out of school,
make them true.
Their sole crop is rot,
c-cks out throbbing
like eternal migraine.
Trees crouch when they
drive by. We're all street
walkers asking for hit.
They'd trade whips for
roses if every ass wasn't
promised to be theirs.
Special thanks to Richard Spisak, Bil Lewis, Edward S. Gault, Robert Fleming, May Ann Honaker, Bryan Franco, James Van Looy, Rich Boucher, Jen Campbell and Cheristiana Celli.
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