I See Fake People

i use to wake up
after a night of
drinking and writing
with little gems
everywhere

drunk me
would surprise
sober me
leaving presents
in my pockets
written on bits of paper

or

page after page
in the poetry folder
of my computer

or

voice recordings
on my phone

or

all of the
above

but now
i wake up
with a headache
and a bunch
of broken
sentences

either i’m mad
at myself
and drunk me
is trying to tell
me
something

or

i’ve lost
the spark

or

maybe
i’m just tired
of the scene

sometimes
i feel
like that kid from
The Sixth Sense
but i don’t see
dead people
i see fake people

and the poet
in me
just gets drunk
instead of
wasting
his time
writing words
that no one
cares about
any
fucking
way

©J.D.C.IV 2019

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