Christmas Paranoia
Christmas Paranoia
by john bennett
Paranoia is a
barewire
sense of
forces.
Paranoia is a
barewire
sense of
forces.
Paranoia is a
barewire
sense of
forces.
Am I
making you
nervous?
A nervous
paranoid
slips on
the ice &
lies there
weeping
like a
child
like a
woman
like someone
making
good use of
his tear ducts.
His children
come to
visit at
Christmas
where they’ve
got him
locked down
in a
straitjacket
in a
rubber room.
They wave
thru the
soundproof glass
& he rolls
like crazy
from one
end of
the room to
the other,
snarling &
biting at his
restraint straps.
They throw
kisses &
hightail it
out of there,
wondering if
this will
throw the will
into probate.
Paranoia is a
barewire
sense of
forces.
Somewhere in
Bethlehem
a child is
born without
making a
sound.
Funny, I was watching The Life of Brian just before reading this, John. Typically, your writing helps remove the nervousness I might be feeling. Carry on, Carrion.
Is paranoia a barewire sense of forces? … I’ve always thought that it was merely a step too far beyong total awareness… and of course who can forget the lyric of that nirvana song (of which I can’t remember the title right this moment): “Just because you’re paranoid / Don’t mean they aren’t after you.” But then again my question misses the whole point… doesn’t it?