
What It Means to Be Paranoid
I wrote a
prose poem
back when
Pac Man
first started
popping up
in bars
describing how
it would
lead to
the kind of
world we
live in
today &
people said
I was
paranoid.

I wrote a
prose poem
back when
Pac Man
first started
popping up
in bars
describing how
it would
lead to
the kind of
world we
live in
today &
people said
I was
paranoid.
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You need
the reflexes
of a
mongoose to
slip thru
life
without getting
snake bit.
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A witch doctor
rubbed spittle
on my
eyelids
in the
jungles of
Belize.
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Oh,
wilted daisies
of the
American Dream–
put down your
leaf blowers.
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John Bennett
Occasionally
what I
write coincides
with what
people think
& then
they say
why don’t
you write
like this
all the time?
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Soon it will be Winter Solstice. It’s one of my two favorite days of the year. It may have less sunlight than other days, but the day after has a bit more. It carries me thru the holidays.
My other favorite day is January 2nd. Down come the Christmas trees, out goes the false cheer. I walk out the door stronger than the average man for having survived Christmas without cracking a smile.
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