miss crazy pants
walls shake door slam
oh shit
stray thought
commands the avalanche
mental black ops
asylum of one point five
voices
like silk threads
of imagination cloth
soaked in sour
organic morning sweat
skin all crawly
pulls away
cringes at the touch
of seams tags
cold zippers aren’t metal
anymore
~ Susie Hewitt, that crazy Las Vegas poet
Her Two Cents
The Las Vegas MC has quite a bit of poetry and creative writing on it, but it tends to be a bit skewed in the “Crazy Pants” stream-of-consciousness category (which isn’t always my thing…). However, finding a poem ABOUT crazy pants, both literal and figurative, is a completely different kind of statement. As the butterfly illustrates, black and fuchsia can be appealing in the right environment.
