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.
Sorry had to see my face during the last part of the video. I kept myself unmuted while playing the video portions of Black Byrd's reading (which seemed to go well after six hiccups) and lost track.
I feel awkward doing Crouton poems when I have a featured poet do such a personal reading, and Black Byrd's was arguably the most personal we've had since starting up online.
Stuck to the overall theme of the feature. Appreciate everyone's contribution.
Thanks for reading.
Hands In
Our assaulters have
retroactive immunity.
Staunchness only
Justice brigade knocks
on doors, run leaving
strangled doves on step.
Work on food truck driver
to demand where the
hungry people were
even though they were
already on their way.
At least beggar coins
don't get taxed on street.
Eggs and cigarettes will
compete for highest price.
Hide soul inside a dog
or your favorite rap song.
Prepare a snappy intro
with an anti-commie card.
At night, just stay home
and work on yourself
because the world lets
too much continue broken
and using time to heal self
is an ultimate rebellion.
Special thanks to Richard Spisak, Rita Rose, Jan Rowe, Jen Campbell, Jon Wesick, Bil Lewis, Ron Bremner, Ari Whipple, Mary Ann Honaker, Robert Fleming, Ed Poetastic, James Van Looy, Bryan Franco and special feature Black Byrd.
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