SAFE DISTANCE EDITION - Stone Soup Croutons, 1-13-21: An Edgelord's Last Day

Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked 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 an award nominated book out now collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it. 

Jon Wesick featured on Inauguration Groundhog Day! a perfect storm of words from the open mic and the star performer. Are we seeing the end of the edgelord (among other people) after all these long years? My mind seemed to think so when I wrote the poem below. I regret not attempting to put more physics in this week's work.

The poem is a mess. I make no excuses. 

The poem is as crazy as my earliest crouton poems in 2015, when I'd be racing every morning to finish them less than twelve hours after a Stone Soup night. 

It's all over the place, no set rhythm or pace throughout. 

2015 was also the same time the edgelords were coming into power. A more chaotic time than others might remember. 

I could say this poem is chaotic because it's a call back to that time when the edgelords are starting to lose power. Sunrise meets sunset. 

But that would be just an excuse. and we're not really out of the edgelord woods yet.

Thanks for reading.

An Edgelord's Last Day 

Be a pirate and board your own home.

Dwight of the bumblebees, 

you sole roommate,

protests sloppiness in your ear, 

guards leftover breakfast.

SAFE DISTANCE EDITION: Stone Soup Croutons, 5-13-20, Space Fillers

Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked from Stone Soup'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. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, this poem doesn't go up because it's ready, it goes up because it's Friday morning.

What an open mic Wednesday.  Started out with good numbers, and it just kept on growing. Some old friends read on Zoom for the first time. Some joined us for the first time ever. For all the love on the mic, I still end up writing dystopia poems. What does it say that dystopia poems are easier for me to write when on deadline? It was great hearing all the poems again to get this down. Thanks for reading.


Space Fillers

Taped Coney Island train ad
hunts for new war masters
to occupy the beach.

Technology limits us
to call for snipers
in anonymity.

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