Gummers By Jon Bennett

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​Gummers
 
Waiting for the skid row
AA meeting to start
no one comes
to unlock the door
‘Nor to my heart,’ I think
and why ought they?
all my poems
being lies
and nothing having
any bite anymore
 
Diogenes stumbles over
bearing a Bic lighter
instead of his lantern
he tips his hat
lights his crack pipe
and sits on the sidewalk
where he pulverizes
a bag of Cheetos
so he can eat his breakfast
with no teeth.

Jon Bennett writes and plays music in San Francisco's Tenderloin neighborhood.  You can find more of his stuff on Pandora and Spotify, or by connecting with him atwww.facebook.com/jon.bennett.967

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