JOHN BENNETT (originally sent to Bennett’s email list — sign up below for more like this) Apnea. Angina. Irritable bowel syndrome. The world closing in like rewired Nazis. Prison camps full of
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JOHN BENNETT (originally sent to Bennett’s email list — sign up below for more like this) Very few people know who I am. How could they, I’m not sure myself. And
ERIC CHAET (originally posted at 100 Peculiarly Useful So-Called Poems) There are people who live like mice & rabbits spending most of their time arranging & sleeping in burrows hidden away
JOHN BENNETT (originally sent to Bennett’s email list — sign up below to receive more like this) Some people do a lot of preparation for death. They fork out a
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JOHN BENNETT (originally sent out to Bennett’s email list) Don’t you know your world has come to an end? Don’t
JOHN BENNETT (originally sent to Bennett’s email list) Doomsday scenarios are raining down like hail stones but people continue to
JOHN BENNETT (originally sent out to Bennett’s email list) The rosy crucifixion. The slipshod execution. Hit him with the stun gun
JOHN BENNETT (originally sent to Bennett’s email list; this Shard is paired with “Huddled at the Feet of Facebook“) I knocked
JOHN BENNETT (originally sent to Bennett’s email list — see also “Facebook Eruption“, about the fallout from this poem) The cupboard is bare the barrel’s been drained the lease has
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