Stone Soup Croutons, 7-18-16, Bruised Godhead

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. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, the poem doesn't go up because it's good; it goes up because it's Tuesday morning.

 It was an open mic night, but that doesn't mean we don't have special guests. Special thanks to Dave Beards, who brought his tabla playing all the way from Scotland, as he wrapping up a visit with family to New England. His ten minute set helped set the theme of this piece. Apologies for starting with a William Carlos Williams riff.


Bruised Godhead

Nothing depends upon
a half-eaten hot dog
glazed with old mustard
on plate in frigidaire.
That's just stupid.

Hardly a tribute fitting to Ganesha
not even proper preparation
for a journey as quick as the quick stop.