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 either then or later. It's likely some of the poets I thank at the end won't even be able to figure out which lines were inspired by their work. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, the poem doesn't go up because it's good; it goes up because it's Tuesday morning. If you're name's on here, you influenced the poem in some way. If it's not your full name, that's either by request or because you didn't write your last name legibly enough.
Surat Lozowick featured last night. A different vibe was in the air during the open mic. Maybe it was Surat's guitar solos between poems. I don't know. At any rate, here is the poem.
Broken Hearts Don't Sell On EBay
Go tell your woes to the bones
on which railroads were built.
Your professional mourners
now ask for money in advance
just to say they can't be bothered.
