Divine and white,
you’re an aspirin fit for the gods,
the powdery ghost of Gandhi
conjured into a bottle,
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no u r wrong, it is an Illy dwarf disguised in drages designed to turn your soul into a peaceful white spongy widow, so that you don't feel the cracks.
Well, Chris, You sure have a penchant for apt metaphors. 'the powdery ghost of Gandhi', I love it! (your other ones, too.) I tell you, if it's prozac That enables you to write like you do, I just may try it!
As someone who had been put on Prozac (for a while) , and then been on Venlafaxine for more than half a year, I can really feel how strong this poem is. Thank you for sharing.