Madness (A Collection Of Cinquains)

Clown *Ankle Biter* (Syllabic-Butterfly)

Planted
In fields of wheat
Among the tiers of grain
The mold for a new wet casting
Consumed
Leaves death to wander spatial planes
Unearths collective thought
Breeds unwed love
Acid


Don’t Stop, You’re Not Dead Yet (Syllabic)

Detune
Breakthrough dead head
Medicate on the pipe
You couldn’t live this life sober
You’re dead


Blood Ties (Rhyming)

A twinge and a twitch, held hostage in
a rotting situation, condemned by a thought,
sat close together on a silver bullet were-honey, a red din
layover on the blanched tarmac. “Clip its fin!”
She screamed as the fish splattered blood on the knot


Who Died and Made You God? (Syllabic)

Bled out
On the tile floor
Couldn’t hold on any more
Couldn’t go on living without
Closure


It’s A Bitch (Rhyming)

It was selfish of me to shatter the past
I kissed you as the skin rotted from your lips
I pierced my heart and pulled the rope taut
But still couldn’t see past the clot
I bet you laughed at my eye’s eclipse


Welcome (Syllabic-Butterfly)

Voices?
Are they who call?
Yes! Voices! Bodiless…
But voices nonetheless! Stagnant…
Relapse---
Break! Destroy! Bleed your lines poet!
Salvation dies as you
Nurse the needle!
Recall---
The bile in throat
Of those who choke on death
In bed with thier “lover” Pony  
Kind White---
Convulsing and withering. Rot!
Filth of earth! Decompose!
We’re not equal!
User---
I didn’t choose
To be human, to be
Pale death, waiting in the shadows.
Twitching---
I didn’t choose to be sallow
A bloody pinhole corpse,
Dying slowly
Fuck you---