Ghost of a Chemical Imbalance ~ poem from Snail Vixen and The Crystal Garden by C. Renee Kiser published on 2021-01-28T17:24:06Z from the book, Snail Vixen and The Crystal Garden ©Casey Renee Kiser / RaVenGhost Press, 2017 words: Swing around that pole slowly Everyone is staring... Bitch please, no one can see you They can't see emptiness How strange, we become empty by being full of shit But they sure can see your stupid arms, hundreds of arms You carry and you carry And legs too short to properly seduce Only able to kick up just enough dirt to dig your own grave The Moon is trying on your thrift store lingerie Strip down to the only thing that matters in the night- your bones fitting comfortably into their box You can then call yourself cool and literally, underground Genre PunkPoetry Comment by Dred Fouglas How are you so brilliant? 2021-01-30T19:58:13Z Comment by Dred Fouglas We become empty by being full of shit. Goddamn, yes. 2021-01-30T19:57:50Z