Nowadays

I hardly reminisce nowadays.
Trapped in the cage
Of having a living and no life.
Should I step into this world
Holding myself in a thin glass bottle.

Weak are the Gods.
Strong are the demons
I bring with me.
Shrouded by sunglasses.
Covered below long hair.
Hidden beneath the weight of my clothes.

Sometimes I’m so full
I think I’ll spill out
Over the edges of my skin.

Clawing to get out,
To creep below a shadow,
Purr with the night
And crawl back in.

The crown of Marlboro
Billows circles about my head.
The ring of a new truck
Makes my hand cumbersome to lift.

And the minutia weighs more than this universe
Trapped within the silent confines of a tear
And with one climatic splash
We all disappear.