Tonight's Poet Corner: Bottle

Bottle (Inspired by the Cinquain Structure)
by Belinda Roddie

Stained
stained
stain the brain
until I go insane.
Cheers.

Bottle
bottle
bottle the mottled
fits of blue rain.
The

perfect
little
dance on the train.

Make
a crane
out of your hands
and
cram

the booze-y
junkyard into
both sides of your
ears,

until your face is
red and purple and
stained
stained
stained the brain.
I'm

drunk

but still insane.
Cheers.