Happy Belated Birthday, Al Gundy

Stone Soup Croutons, 2-20-17, Midview

Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked up from poems overheard 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.

Monday night, I hosted an open mic specifically ribbing President Trump, history's biggest sore winner. Wouldn't you know it! Not a Trump inspired line in this week's piece.

I was tired, a little in pain (long story), and I was juggling the largest open mic we've had since last year (including some people back after being away for a while). What follows is a veritable Smörgåsbord of lines that may not fully connect with each other--or connect even less than usual.

This is the most heavily edited Crouton piece since November. I couldn't get my act together Tuesday morning to type out the piece, so I sat with it for a while and tried to make it more fragmented than when I first jotted it down.

I refuse to call the poem "Smörgåsbord."


Midview

Grand plan,  never fall in love,
keeps bullet from brain.

Daddy's home, no one notices.
Love contract, doesn't mean works.