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.
Lee Eric Freedman delivered. Oh yes, he did. It's a miracle I didn't forget to mute my mic when I was laughing throughout his set.
The poem might come across as nonsense, which you might think reflects my view of Lee's work.
His work is not nonsense but pure joy somehow distilled somehow distilled form the world he and I somehow both inhabit.
I tried to make a coherent narrative. Don't think it worked out that way. Maybe it did.
I've been working all day and trying to think of better lines that won't come. So I'm publishing it before I collapse.
Thanks for reading.
The Revolution Will be Ill Advised
Flowers trapped
in window box
say, This is fine.
Remain pure
as toxic males
Ladybugs think
summer's early.
It's just fire.
Ownerless Teslas
explode before
snowball's impact.
snowball's impact.
Frogs croak in
presence of virtue.
presence of virtue.
Been quiet all night.
Flood takes us.
Those who called it
Those who called it
point and laugh.
Rat poisons self,
dreams of ope field
before one last taste.
Poets rig election
running against
all emeritus dead.
Turds of last year's
undecided voters
flushed away.
Battle of bands
no instruments.
Your poem matters.
Down to wire, those
wanting to stay alive
win next chapter.
Special thanks to Rita Rose, Bob Reevers, Mary Ann Honaker, Jan Rowe, Jon Wesick, Bil Lewis, Mark States, Linda Wlodyka, Nike Truth, Ron Bremner, Robert Fleming, Laurie Rosen, Mark Lipman, Rich Boucher, Matty Lewin, James Van Looy and Lee Eric Freedman.
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