A Certain Kind of Madness

I stay up all night spinning webs with my mind 

Weaving thoughts into wordplay 

From the knobs in my spine

Dripping down unfathomable depths 

Into drabble

And silently hoping the words I unravel 

Slip softly behind what was once my frail mind

Sinking slowly toward madness 

I empty sweet fragments

Between careful pink lines in the palms that I hide

In a desperate attempt to conceal

What's inside

The swollen scorn in my gut 

Shifts, clamors

Rears out my bottomless ears

Echoes obscenities 

They say rhymes are outdated

I say fuck your archetype

Your jaded conformity,

Trivial typicalities 

Standards stuck in the lump in your throat as you swallow

Does it taste like sincerity?

I wonder where you find the time to wreak havoc 

On the confines of your own frazzled psyche but

You can still try, if you really want to

I'm here

Your silent anchoress in denial

An aspirant free spirit, morose in a damp fever of solitude 

And delicious regret.

Am I cynical?

Or just chaste and unassuming?

I'll wait.