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.
I'm catching up on my Stone Soup Crouton poems. Let's start with one from our open mic on July 9.
I should just publish and run. I have four more to do so I can catch up.
Thanks for listening.
Adjust, Adjust, Adjust
We turn ourselves
in just for the
change in scenery.
One ways streets
change to justify
running you over.
Someone who
has not yet lived
through this period
has published a new
book showing how
to live through this.
The children have
not been kidnapped.
Not yet at least.
They take cover
under sheep's wool,
avoid cyclopean eye,
crawling on fours
hoping World War
Three blinds him.
Passing over wall
is to venture out
across universe.
Parents prefer
everyone's crystal,
better off broken.
New paradigm.
There's commies,
there's simpletons,
and it is now the
simpletons' job
to kill commies.
Neither are able
to tell you where
your children are.
Tiptoe through
the landmines
neighbors planted.
Special
thanks to Ron Bremner, Patricia Carragon, Richard Spisak, Jan Rowe, Bil Lewis, Jon Wesick, Robert Fleming, Jason Wright and James Van Looy.
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