Silver, Glassy Cages

Dimmer comes the morning’s wake
divided, by demons, and the
Monster’s take -
mastered, perpetual
betwixt,
the after math and daily hope (the overdose)
and the gone, rank - better half.

Running, panting
outside silver glassy cages
gently begs the record of (nonsense)
on broken pages -
powered by heightened rages -
a spotlight on moldy toothpick stages
the ‘dead’ bought and sold
cracked hands of (narcotic) sages.
bounded by foot
chained to truths - faded

(is that all we leave on our plates?)
to call, hence, a circle of footprints
a worthy stake?

The Monster comes -
stilled, to devour
guarded, by his silver, glassy power.
a congress: of force
guided by a numbed, mis-guided
architect
through the silver, glassy cage
(made whole by demons)
the Monster deems
his take.

So, the best - swim
most drown
under a giant’s thumb - pressed down
An evil sunrise to dark new ages
lies (inside) the addict
of silver, glassy cages.